“You were walking around like a ghost just now,” she said. “A baku eats bad dreams, remember? That’s my job. I just ate your failure-dream. So now you have to make a new one.”
“You look like a sad, wilted cabbage,” she said, poking his cheek. “Did Tokyo forget to water you?” baku ane otouto
For the first time that night, Sora’s smile reached his eyes. “You’re weird.” “You were walking around like a ghost just
Sora stood there, taller than her now, with a tired face that tried to smile. “Hey, nee-chan.” ” she said
Rin stared at the empty chair across the kitchen table. Her little brother, Sora, was late.