[It was late enough that when they reached the streets there was no one there to observe them - a teenager with carefully held posture and the slightly hunched, limping man just behind him.
Soubi's question irritates him. So does the smell of damp soil.]
That isn't your concern. [The implication: Wrong. Don't speak again.
When they reach the convenience store on the corner near Soubi's apartment, he stops just outside.]
Do you think anyone wants to see you like this? [He tilts his head gently, feigning pity, before a flash of disgust crosses his face.] No, I don't think so. [The sliding doors of the store close behind him.]
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Soubi's question irritates him. So does the smell of damp soil.]
That isn't your concern. [The implication: Wrong. Don't speak again.
When they reach the convenience store on the corner near Soubi's apartment, he stops just outside.]
Do you think anyone wants to see you like this? [He tilts his head gently, feigning pity, before a flash of disgust crosses his face.] No, I don't think so. [The sliding doors of the store close behind him.]