Spilled Pencils
Ideas that rummage in my mind, but find no place to stay.
Pencil 1: HB Appraisal
"Who is Enzan?"
That was the question I popped when I made a stop to Densan.
I had asked people: a young boy named Netto, a handsome military boy named Laika, a cute little girl named Meiru, a child with a blinding light called Yaito, his charming Navi Blues, a big fellow Dekao, and a chipper young fellow named Dingo.
"Enzan, you ask? He is a respectable Net Savior member and a good friend." Said one, I nodded and smiled happily.
"Enzan is a creep! A good looking creep, if this is going on television." Said another, eliciting an eyebrow, I shrugged and walked away.
"Enzan is a know-it-all pain in the what-do-you-call-it!" The third said, I frowned deeply.
"Enzan, you say? I don't know him all that well, but he seems okay," the fourth said. Giving a courteous smile, I walked off.
"Enzan can be real stuck-up, but he's a really good friend of mine." The fifth said.
"Enzan is a nice guy; he acts tough, but I think he's probably really sweet." I scratched my head at the remark, and walked away with a smile.
The last person I asked had perplexed me with their answer.
"Who is Enzan?" they raised an eyebrow at the popped question, but grinned heartily, and edged me forward.
"Enzan…" they said slowly, "is mine."
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Pencil is dull and unsharpened…
This was so spontaneous; I have no idea where it came from.
Mix and match! Who is who!