“I forgot to set my clocks after yesterday’s power outage, didn’t I…” “Already?” Riki glances at the clock hanging on the wall. “You’re finally up, Riki! Kengo and Rin have already gone to the park!” He’s wearing a red T-shirt and jeans, and a red bandanna is wrapped around his forehead. Masato Inohara is a tall, buff young man with blue eyes and spiky black hair. Leaving his food at the counter, he opens the door to greet his best friend. He’s halfway through his breakfast when he hears a noise pounding on the apartment’s door. “Morning, Sly,” Riki calls back to his Bonsly as he sets out a bowl of food for it. He pulls a frozen breakfast out of the freezer, and it’s just as he’s finished setting the microwave to thaw it that the potted plant walks into the kitchenette on stubby brown legs. When the sunbeam crosses Riki’s eyes, his face wrinkles up and he blinks himself awake with a yawn.Ī few minutes later, Riki steps through an open doorway into the apartment’s combination living room/kitchenette.
It tapers off to three small branches on top, each sporting a green sphere on its end.
At his bedside is a small potted plant, a miniature tree with three yellow spots in front. Within is a bed, with a boy curled up in it. Sunlight filters through the window of an apartment at the southern end of town. This is what every morning sounds like in ‘the city where hearts touch each other.’ Kricketune are singing on Route 212, and the music drifts in to harmonize with the chirping of Starly. Gentle strains of music float across Hearthome.
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