“I no fun.” Nanaue hits the bus seat, sulking. You were left on babysitting duty with the Shark while everyone else went to the bar to ‘meet’ with the Thinker.

“No fair.” He huff, slouching down. You had felt bad for him. He could never fit in with the real world—his appearance never helping that either.

You and Cleo were the only people who paid any genuine attention to him, making him feel a portion of normal.

“Bloodsport no like me.” He hides under a left over cover left in the bus.