A boy sits in the bushes, watching with a wide blue eye as diffrent UTAUloids gathered infront of, and then entered the house. For a second he wonders why they were doing such a thing, then tosses the notion out in favour of plucking a ladybug off a leaf and putting it down his boot.
He giggles as it tickles him, wiggling his toes a little. He squishes it, on accident ofcoarse, but nonetheless; the moment it stops moving- he stops thinking about it.
He blows his bangs away from his face, to no avail. And decides to sit, and wait, and watch for any more persons. Maybe he'll talk with them? After all, he has never actually met any person other than his Masuta. It might be fun. They might give him licorice.
Last edited by Super-Spazz-Muffin on Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:38 pm; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : spelling errors D:)