"What's with the tears... Did you not sleep well?"
V waved her hand in front of Lille's face and, upon receiving no response, was about to start shaking the fool awake.
However, Lille slapped her hand away and came back to reality from his daydream:
It had to be said, whenever Maya spoke, Lille could imagine the affection between his mom and dad.
"Quiet down!" Lille gestured with his hand, "Wait a moment, I'm adjusting the Prosthetics."
"Tch..."
Foiled, V got up from the wooden crate, tossed Lille's clothes back onto his head, and stretched.
"How much longer until we can go out and move around?"
"Almost—don't wander off."
As for Lille, he still had to take care of another matter—
He could use his parents' story as material for his speech.
Two immigrants shunned by society, likewise orphaned at an early age, came alone to the foreign land known as Dream City, New York, in search of a better life.
