LeonKSpiderKitty

It was early April and the air was always pungent with wet concrete and the savoury and sweet aromas wafting from the colourful trolleys of street vendors selling their humble cuisine, beckoning passerby's with friendly enthusiasm. Kotetsu liked a particular little set up in West Bronze, near one of the few urban parks scattered throughout Sternbild City. It sold some of the best corn dogs he had ever had the pleasure of eating, drizzled with a thick sweet and sour sauce, not too greasy and not too dry; he had been meaning to invite Barnaby to try one. It was busy today, a lot of young families out with their children enjoying the weak sun