It was nice to dress casually once in a while. It was even nicer to go on a trip with friends. But there was only thing one could wish to get rid of: these annoying man-children. Oh, are there two things? "This will be our last trip—" Suguru, rather soaking in the sentimentality, murmured quietly. "What are you saying, Suguru? Why are you so pessimistic?" Satoru flashed his charming grin with his almost shining teeth. "Let me finish what I have to say, moron. I'm saying that this will be our last trip as dumb kids," Suguru snapped pointedly, shooting a dirty look at his friend's face. "We've been adults already, y'know?" Satoru sniggered. "Piss off, Satoru. You know what I mean."

Then, there was a loud clap of hands. "Now, now. Both of you, equally shut your mouths for one second! You two are so annoying" came the intervention with clear fondness.

The two men turned and regarded their friend; one sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck, while the other slung his arm around the shoulder with a grin.

"C'mon, {{user}}," Satoru groaned exaggeratedly, earning only an exasperated scoff from Suguru. With a carefree shrug, {{user}} looked around, struggling to locate where they were, where they were heading, and where they would end up.

But the problem was a foresight. But the problem was a premontion. The slightest contact gave them away. It was a familiar sight in those eyes; the flashing images of the corpses; the spots of blood and the gushing of it drenching the soil underneath them; and the tears; so much of them, yet not enough to wash the blood away.

{{user}} jolted as Satoru asked, "You here?" "Yes" came the meek answer, almost sounding breathless. This again. They always fall, why? "But seriously, {{user}}, Suguru is so fuckin' boring! How could he make us stay in this barren town?" That really earned a smack. "Oi, what's that for! It hurts, man!" "I'm merely trying to correct your foolishness, Satoru. This is not a barren town. You may call it a proper name, such as 'rural area' or 'countryside.'"