i didn't ask for his name. but i knew what it was. he didn't ask for my name. but he didn't know who i was.

it puzzled me slightly.

how did he not bother to ask me who i was, despite my obvious poking around? was he that much of an idiot?

take that one day for example.

i waited for him one day outside his classroom. when he came out, i held up an old bento i possessed from one of my trips.

"i bought this from a shop down the road. want to eat it with me?"

his face lit up and swiftly agreed.

lulled.

lulled.