"Carry me." "No." "Carry me." More insistent this time. "No." The same monotone voice as before. "Carry me!" Voice rises higher. "No." Calm. This argument was happening between a silver-haired boy who appeared to be his teens, and a brown haired girl in pigtails. She was losing this argument. "I don't feel like walking Awai!" "I don't feel like carrying you." Awai shrugged. "You're not injured Isshō. You can walk." "I don't want to!" Isshō insisted. "Fine." Awai said calmly. "I'm going home. Whenever you feel like coming, I'll be there." He started to walk off. "No fair!" Isshō said huffily.