[It's fine! Just a note, though - his name is Petre, not Petra.]
[He waits when the train arrives, dressed in a large jacket that his scrawny figure can barely fill out. It's all good to him; the bigger the better, as long as it keeps him warm and allows him the freedom of movement. His backpack has just one strap slung around his arm, hanging from his shoulder; his hands are kept in his pockets and his eyes on the passengers stepping out.
This has become an event frequent enough for him to smile with anticipation, coming from school back to his house with the slight detour to keep Souji some company. They speak to one another in English, a language Petre still can't quite use fluently, but he does his best to understand and be understood, and that seems to be more than enough. Petre would like to be able to explain this friendship without humility coming into play - what he did wasn't that extraordinary in his eyes, even if standing up to a group of malicious teenagers was an unprecedented act of bravery in his life - but he's thankful enough for having it without being questioned too often. The other boy's company is a pleasant one, and he doesn't see it fading away any time soon.]
Souji! [A smile brightens his features, waving an arm to make sure he's seen. Little time is wasted in running over to him.] Hello. How are you?
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[He waits when the train arrives, dressed in a large jacket that his scrawny figure can barely fill out. It's all good to him; the bigger the better, as long as it keeps him warm and allows him the freedom of movement. His backpack has just one strap slung around his arm, hanging from his shoulder; his hands are kept in his pockets and his eyes on the passengers stepping out.
This has become an event frequent enough for him to smile with anticipation, coming from school back to his house with the slight detour to keep Souji some company. They speak to one another in English, a language Petre still can't quite use fluently, but he does his best to understand and be understood, and that seems to be more than enough. Petre would like to be able to explain this friendship without humility coming into play - what he did wasn't that extraordinary in his eyes, even if standing up to a group of malicious teenagers was an unprecedented act of bravery in his life - but he's thankful enough for having it without being questioned too often. The other boy's company is a pleasant one, and he doesn't see it fading away any time soon.]
Souji! [A smile brightens his features, waving an arm to make sure he's seen. Little time is wasted in running over to him.] Hello. How are you?