Along the sidewalk, two young-adults walked: one boy, the other girl. The boy, Sora Inoue The Second, was dressed in a highschool attire: grey jacket worn over a buttoned collar white shirt, and grey trousers, unusually, he added a tie to the attire for his own amusement. His slanted, too-cool-to-care ridden glare had something more in it this time, joy. A tiny flicker of pleasure made itself evident in his glare while he trotted down the sidewalk. The flicker of the cigarette in his mouth being the only deterrent of his pale, yet sooth handsome appearance. The female, Satomi Inoue was sexy by every means of the word; curvaciously defined her body composure, and the rythmic swerve of her hips enticed those from far and yonder to meet her. Her golden eyes shined in the day, matching the pul