[There's a way home. Sunny doesn't know what it is, and he hasn't asked. He's wandered around the market for hours now - lost, scared, but not all that eager to find a solution...
[He's perceptive. He doesn't have to ask people questions if he can hear what they're saying - and he heard something. It's not a stall, but a person. Sunny commits the appearance to memory - glasses, brown hair, Japanese. He searches the market with fiddling fingers, eyes uncertain and searching...
[And then he finds him. Sunny approaches. He swallows down a lump in his throat, anxiety peaking.]
bites u (third sem pls)
[He's perceptive. He doesn't have to ask people questions if he can hear what they're saying - and he heard something. It's not a stall, but a person. Sunny commits the appearance to memory - glasses, brown hair, Japanese. He searches the market with fiddling fingers, eyes uncertain and searching...
[And then he finds him. Sunny approaches. He swallows down a lump in his throat, anxiety peaking.]
Excuse me...