Viti sat on the couch with his arms crossed, and head stooped, stewing in his bitter thoughts. Politics, the virus, people, he hated them all, but he knew that if he hated too much it could activate his power to overload his brain. The 13 year boy griped his forehead, wracking his brain for something to make him happy until finally...
...he looked up.
He saw the rumbled clothes, and the ragged green hair. Slowly, his smile grew and his eyes light up.
"Kisume!" He shouted as he lepted off the couch. He ran to her, his shoes pounding the floor, but then he stopped. He remembered he had to be in control, or else. His eyes pointed to the floor.
"Kisume. It's good to see you again."
Viti put all his weight on one foot, so he could move the other in short circles as a kind of nervous habit.
"In fact you're the only good thing I seen all day." He cringed. His statement sounded better in his head.
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...he looked up.
He saw the rumbled clothes, and the ragged green hair. Slowly, his smile grew and his eyes light up.
"Kisume!" He shouted as he lepted off the couch. He ran to her, his shoes pounding the floor, but then he stopped. He remembered he had to be in control, or else. His eyes pointed to the floor.
"Kisume. It's good to see you again."
Viti put all his weight on one foot, so he could move the other in short circles as a kind of nervous habit.
"In fact you're the only good thing I seen all day." He cringed. His statement sounded better in his head.