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<blockquote data-quote="Master_Pugs" data-source="post: 1536922" data-attributes="member: 13109">Kiro makes his order and takes it to a seat by a window, looking out on a vast expanse of tarmac, planes and loading vans and people crawling all over it like insects.&nbsp; Kiro rubs his eyes and munches quietly, keeping an eye on the clock and the swarms of people, taking a second to think about what it all meant...&nbsp; no home, no family...&nbsp; no past...&nbsp; &quot;What do I have then?&nbsp; Do I even exist?&quot;&nbsp; He muses to himself silently, grinning slightly, a rice ball disappears down his throat and he stretches his sticks out to a meaty chicken wad but still no answer comes.&nbsp; He watches as a child pulls a parent's sleave eyes pleading, the parent walks on...&nbsp; He sees two teenagers, only a few years younger then himself, staring dreamily into eachother's eyes talking softly in a corner.&nbsp; Eyes darting away to make sure noone has seen them but never leaving eachothers faces for more then a moment...&nbsp; He sees three business men, striding confidently towards the bar, still putting on their stern faces, their casual omnipotence, their masks, he notes the way they casually place their ID tags in their inside coat pockets.&nbsp; &quot;Fun night ahead for them.&quot;&nbsp; He thinks as they enter the bar, beginning to laugh jovially already...&nbsp; Kiro drains the last of his soup, lifting it into the air and he stands.&nbsp;&nbsp; He gives his face a quick wash, glances about and center's himself, then nods and heads to his gate.&nbsp;&nbsp;&quot;I just want some candy...&quot;&nbsp; the child mutters to himself, giving up on getting his mother's attention, he looks around instead.&nbsp; His attention is wrentched towards a young man, who glances away quickly.&nbsp; The child ponders for a moment and takes a closer look, he sees tears on the man's face...&nbsp; He blinks and goes to take a closer look but his mother hauls on his arm almost toppling him over...&nbsp; He fights down his instinct to call out at follows obediently.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Master_Pugs, post: 1536922, member: 13109"] Kiro makes his order and takes it to a seat by a window, looking out on a vast expanse of tarmac, planes and loading vans and people crawling all over it like insects. Kiro rubs his eyes and munches quietly, keeping an eye on the clock and the swarms of people, taking a second to think about what it all meant... no home, no family... no past... "[i]What do I have then? Do I even exist[/i]?" He muses to himself silently, grinning slightly, a rice ball disappears down his throat and he stretches his sticks out to a meaty chicken wad but still no answer comes. He watches as a child pulls a parent's sleave eyes pleading, the parent walks on... He sees two teenagers, only a few years younger then himself, staring dreamily into eachother's eyes talking softly in a corner. Eyes darting away to make sure noone has seen them but never leaving eachothers faces for more then a moment... He sees three business men, striding confidently towards the bar, still putting on their stern faces, their casual omnipotence, their masks, he notes the way they casually place their ID tags in their inside coat pockets. "[i]Fun night ahead for them[/i]." He thinks as they enter the bar, beginning to laugh jovially already... Kiro drains the last of his soup, lifting it into the air and he stands. He gives his face a quick wash, glances about and center's himself, then nods and heads to his gate. "I just want some candy..." the child mutters to himself, giving up on getting his mother's attention, he looks around instead. His attention is wrentched towards a young man, who glances away quickly. The child ponders for a moment and takes a closer look, he sees tears on the man's face... He blinks and goes to take a closer look but his mother hauls on his arm almost toppling him over... He fights down his instinct to call out at follows obediently. [/QUOTE]

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