April 29, 2009
Only twenty minutes home from the bookstore, and Eiji was bored. He glanced hopefully at Ash, but his friend was engrossed in his novel.
Television then: soap opera . . . commercial . . . game show? But he never understood American games – after a minute, he switched it off.
"Hmm." He didn't look up.
Eiji paced. Prowled the kitchen. Ate crackers.
"You read all day?"
Ash grunted. "You bought comics."
And read them. Eiji glanced at his stack of Shounen Sunday.
Don't you wanna get any real books? Ash had asked.
Now he wished he had. Eiji sighed.