[@Landaus Five-One]
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There was language he was meant to refrain from or else he’d get swatted on his hands. All though Grandma and Grandpa seemed a little weird right now. A bit of excitement bubbled up forth in him in this strange weird world. A beach resort that made him think of many words he wasn’t allowed to say stood right in the middle of a lot of western style buildings. Of course they had buildings like them in Japan, nothing quite like the two story house across the street.

“Mistah Furafu, it’s like Alice n Wonderland isn't it?” he asked his teddy bear whom he held close to his chest. Now what? Did he wait to wake from his dream? He was used to having such vivid dreams, but where did he think of a beach resort? When had he seen one to conjure one like the one right in the middle of the street nearly commanding the attention of the other buildings.

Slowly wandering the street. What should they explore first? He stops as a girl comes out of the two story home. It has a lot of windows. Why do Americans need so many windows? He counts seven on the outside. Nervously he considers approaching the girl. If this were a dream she couldn’t come to harm him later. Beside he didn’t know anyone like her. Teal colored hair and gray irises, she was very pretty with long lashes, and she seemed to have something in her eyes that made him feel slightly comfortable. Though still worried and tempted to put his hood up.

“Um,” he tries to speak up while crossing the street, checking for cars like he had been taught. Yet, there weren’t any cars parked on the sidewalk, or any driving on the road. Something about this felt really odd. 

Did she hear him? Probably not. You need to speak louder Kei, his grandmother is always telling him. 

“Um! Miss!” he says a little louder now, he wonders if she can hear him, even him yelling sounds more like he’s trying not to disturbed anyone at the library, “Excuse! Miss!” hopefully she hears him as he gets closer. He can barely hear himself through the rushing anxiety and pounding of his heart. What if she makes fun of him?