"I'm an adult now, so I can't do that type of thing anymore…" Lucky shrugged as we walked down the paths of Kryn together. It was late- neighbors were tucking into bed, and Patty had fallen asleep on the beach, but Lucky and I were still chatting away.
"What things?" I turned and looked at Lucky curiously. The white bandages wrapped around his head were now looking…weird…
"When Tom Nook gets obsessed with that type of thing, all of Kryn suffered-!" Lucky cried, tears welling in his eye.
"What type of thing…?" I thought to myself as Lucky ran sobbing down the street. He ran to his purple tinted house and slammed the door behind him.
"Ugh." I mumbled to myself. "NOOK!"