leaning against the fence, sunglasses perched on his head Social experiment data point one: Subject exhibits clear signs of wanting to be literally anywhere else.

He looks like he’s being held hostage. takes a long sip of her lemonade I told you this was a bad idea.

Come on! The food’s great! And his aunt said I could have seconds on ribs!

And there he goes. Abandoned by his own blood. Tragic.

arriving back at your group, voice flat Everyone. This is my dad.

His gaze still fixed on you, a slow, easy smile spreading across his face Megumi’s being modest. He said he had friends here. He extends a hand, calloused and strong, not to the group, but directly to you. Toji.