Ryoga's Piece is f'in' huge, sorry, IT'S NOT MY FAULT!!!
The moon was waning but still in the phase of full. Nighttime. Ryoga walks into a strange parking lot, holding a bag in one hand. It says "Food Lion, Please recycle", and has the familiar lion-in-a-box motif and a small triangle of arrows surrounding a small Earth, mostly the Western Hemisphere.
"Now where the hell am I?" he moans in Japanese, using his one thumb to flip through the small atlas he holds in the other hand.
Several people look at him, laughing. He trips over a shopping cart, too absorbed in his map to look at where he walks.
"Hey!" the boy who was behind it yells as man, cart and boy spill out on the ground.
Ryoga looks up, apologizing sincerely. The boy looks at him in shock.
"Look buddy, speak English! Better yet, go talk to someone else!" The boy scoffs, then picks up some of his groceries. "Damn, my eggs are ruined, Mom's gonna have a cow! And all the glass cans, too! Oh shit, the bread's all smooshed! I hope you can pay for all this, mister!"
Ryoga blinks. "G-" He shakes his head, smiling softly. "English," he whispered softly. He looked up at the boy. "I- I apologize. You speak English. Is this America?"
The boy stares a while, then replies, "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"No, I come from Japan." As an after thought, he added, "Am I still there?"
"Get out of town, man!" the boy explains.
"Um. Okay. Please tell me how I may do so."
The boy laughs, then grabs his hand. "Help me put these up. We'll go for burgers."
"Am I still in Japan, and if I am not, could you please tell me how to leave the area?"
"Dude, nobody in America talks like that. You must be foreign. I'll teach you, you've got the vocab down well enough."
"D-Demo.!" Ryoga protests before being dragged to a blue Dodge Durango.
The moon was waning but still in the phase of full. Nighttime. Ryoga walks into a strange parking lot, holding a bag in one hand. It says "Food Lion, Please recycle", and has the familiar lion-in-a-box motif and a small triangle of arrows surrounding a small Earth, mostly the Western Hemisphere.
"Now where the hell am I?" he moans in Japanese, using his one thumb to flip through the small atlas he holds in the other hand.
Several people look at him, laughing. He trips over a shopping cart, too absorbed in his map to look at where he walks.
"Hey!" the boy who was behind it yells as man, cart and boy spill out on the ground.
Ryoga looks up, apologizing sincerely. The boy looks at him in shock.
"Look buddy, speak English! Better yet, go talk to someone else!" The boy scoffs, then picks up some of his groceries. "Damn, my eggs are ruined, Mom's gonna have a cow! And all the glass cans, too! Oh shit, the bread's all smooshed! I hope you can pay for all this, mister!"
Ryoga blinks. "G-" He shakes his head, smiling softly. "English," he whispered softly. He looked up at the boy. "I- I apologize. You speak English. Is this America?"
The boy stares a while, then replies, "You aren't from around here, are you?"
"No, I come from Japan." As an after thought, he added, "Am I still there?"
"Get out of town, man!" the boy explains.
"Um. Okay. Please tell me how I may do so."
The boy laughs, then grabs his hand. "Help me put these up. We'll go for burgers."
"Am I still in Japan, and if I am not, could you please tell me how to leave the area?"
"Dude, nobody in America talks like that. You must be foreign. I'll teach you, you've got the vocab down well enough."
"D-Demo.!" Ryoga protests before being dragged to a blue Dodge Durango.