Manabu, all packed up and ready to go, is standing in front of the mysterious train. The mysterious train that doesn't even bother having a registry ID number on its front -- which is exactly what he was looking for.
Well, not just that: he'd been walking around the engine car, trying to find some sign of life. Some silhouette of a figure, a glimpse of movement...Anything.
Part of him really wants to start lobbing rocks at its front to see what would happen; that part of him is currently scuffing at loose stones, tempting the more sensible part of him.
preboarding
Manabu, all packed up and ready to go, is standing in front of the mysterious train. The mysterious train that doesn't even bother having a registry ID number on its front -- which is exactly what he was looking for.
Well, not just that: he'd been walking around the engine car, trying to find some sign of life. Some silhouette of a figure, a glimpse of movement...Anything.
Part of him really wants to start lobbing rocks at its front to see what would happen; that part of him is currently scuffing at loose stones, tempting the more sensible part of him.