<♗> “This isn’t Japan.” What a strange boy this was—were his intelligence levels alright? “We’re in America.” Wasn’t that much obvious? Strange.
"And why would you talk about my butt, then?” Well, that much he knew, really—children his age were immature, like his grandfather said. The man had always declared, quite passionately, that once questioned, they’d immediately run out of steam, so the boy decided to try.
» 「 Oh, right! I’m here on a tour… but here looks a lot like Amerikamura at Osaka… 」 «
Having lived there for a few months, but the place they are at really resembled Osaka’s Triangle Park, except it have weird letters that Seikin have yet to understand. He knows it’s English, but he still can’t tell apart from letters and words. He can speak English just fine though, but the Okinawan and Japanese accent got smacked along onto his words.
It isn’t really too obvious to the other, unless they are someplace else.
And why would he talk about the other’s butt? He totally saw through the other’s tactic on stopping him. It’s so overused to Seikin that he already came up with a way to turn the tables; by shooting another question right back at the other.
» 「 Because we were talking about what I was looking at. And if I am not looking at your face then would you rather I look at your butt instead? 」 «
