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@ricky
Changjo let out a brief chuckle at the person's somewhat cartoon like actions. It wasn't everyday he found such innocent reaction out of people... in fact it war rather a rarity these days. "Yeah, you" He took a step forward, with his index finger extended nearly touching his 'target' as he pointed directly at him. "Do you see any other 'you's around here" Changjo got a laugh at out his expense. "What are you running around for? You don't seem like the type who's late for a meeting or delivering a damn package" Changjo's eyebrow rose in question to the boys earlier hurried actions.

@changjo Ricky look up at the stranger that stood in front of him, hearing the stranger call for someone he wasn't sure if he was calling for him or not. Ricky points to himself and looks around eventually making a complete circle, after making the circle he asks, "Me?" Ricky gives the stranger a confused look, he doesn't know if he is talking to him or not. No one ever talks to him and be never talks to anyone, so for someone talking to him is strange. Waiting for an answer Ricky continues to give the stranger that stands before him a confused look.

As Changjo was sniffing out interesting people. He saw a boy sprinting down the streets. Changjo paused, watching for a moment, then he quickened his walk to almost a jog. When he finally saw the boy stop, most likely from the exhaustion of running, Changjo's pace returned to that of a leisure walk. He tried to turned a corner, down an alley running quickly, turning a few more corner until he came out an alley just in front of the stranger he was targeting. He stood in front of him, stopped. "Hey" Changjo called. His voice was called, but a somewhat sly grin appeared on his lips.

Ricky runs through the streets panicking. "I'm going to be late and if I'm late they're going to kill me!" He mutters. Running through the streets was easy for him, he been here a lot since he was younger. With the occasional trip here and there he continued to run, he stopped to take a breath so he wouldn't be so tired when he got to his destination. He walks for a while because he is out of breath, passing people who give him weird looks but he doesn't care what they think.

Changjo smelled the air as he stepped out of his home. The air was heavy with the smell of the industrialization, but Changjo couldn't smell the difference. He had always lived here so he didn't know air to be any cleaner than it was. He looked from side to side looking for friends or anyone to mess with. He had no real intention of heading to school like all the other kids his age. Skipping school had become part of his routine. He wasn't seeing anyone interesting in his immediate vicinity so he stepped down the three steps onto the sidewalk. He crept his hands into his pockets. He kept his head held high as he scouted the streets for new friends.