2. Weird Things
Two kids joined at the hip, one older kid, and a man who seems too old to belong. Not the strangest group around, but definitely somewhere from the weirder side of the spectrum. The two young ones share a silver bike while the other two ride their own: red and black.
That was them, joy-riding into a part of town that most know is Spider turf.
And that was how he found him, the blond boy on the ruby red bike, wearing a jacket larger than himself.
"Oi, whatcha doing around our turf, kids? Got lost on your way home?" It was Uvogin who approached them first, with one hand around his helmet and the other around a beer.
Nobunaga whistled where he stayed seated with the rest of the Spider, "Look at those bikes. Did Daddy buy them?"
They stalled, the silver-haired kid frowned with a calculating glare and the blond one blinked with a poise of complete nonchalance. Like a barren tree against autumn winds, having no leaves left to be stirred, it stands unwavering amidst externalities.
"Is there a problem with us using a public road that connects this specific part of town to the next?"
While the man with them looked possibly scandalized with the blond's bold retort, the two kids looked on with mild amusement and youthful curiosity.
A snort and the choked off end of a booming laugh from the front and hushed murmurs from behind. "Oi, Kuroro, you hear that? This kid's a fucking riot."
"You know about the Spider?"
"I know of them."
"And you think it's wise to come to our front steps looking and sounding so hostile?"
"I know of them, but I don't particularly care for them." An inkling of a grin pulled at the corner of the Spider head's lips. "Besides, he came to us personifying hostility. I wouldn't expect anyone to greet that with sugar."
A riot.
"I see. Then I apologize on Uvo's behalf. Please continue on."