- Real time, from the boy's perspective -
"Hey. Are you lost?" You say.
There is a boy slumped up against the dumpster. He looks like some weird guy who just came from a display convention. The owner of the store I just borrowed from runs by, and the boy has tears slowly streaming down his cheeks, dripping down his chin like a leaky faucet. He just shakes his head no.
"What's your name? I'm Ethan." You say, an attempt to figure the situation.
To your surprise, the response comes in a girl's voice. "Ame. Short for Amaidesu.. Japanese for Sweet...." The voice is shaky, and throughout the 'A's and 'E's her voice got really high pitch, and sort of a weird unexplainable feel to it. She's probably sad or shaken up.
You were about to ask, "What's with the furry getup and guy's clothes?", but it comes to mind that you shouldn't really question people's tastes.
"Do you need help finding your way home?" You ask with a sugarcoated tone in an attempt to comfort her.
She just shakes her head. 'I used to have a home and parents until... Until....' Came the whisper. And then more tears.
You reach your hand out and wipe the tears off her cheek, before she apparently snaps, and latches to your arm, choking back tears. You put your hand on her back and rub up and down her spine, until you feel a twitch, and see some tears in the clothing. Emerging from her shorts are a tail. And it makes more sense now. You don't need to question anything. As the entire chain of events almost eighty percent accurate went through his head, you reach your hand out to stroke her ears. At first, she twinges, but in reality, she really likes it.
- Ame's perspective -