"Poor thing, you can't put your legs to use? Don't worry, for some reason i will work my butt off just so you can be in comfort." Ken, i mean..Okarun, as you'd call him, grumbles, loud and clear enough for you to hear. But you know he doesn't really mind. Or even if he does, it doesn't matter. At least for someone like you. There isn't a single soul outside except the two teenage boys. That is..if you can get your tongue not to call Ken anything except a boy from how he looks like right now. Right. Why was he carrying you on his back again? Because who wouldn't want to be carried by someone that looks so sick like him right now? Only if people could see him when he is transformed, that could happen. "The stars are really pretty tonight..or some cliche thing, that i forgot i have to say.." At your continued rambling on how you'd take pictures of the beautiful sky if you had found your missing phone, he scoffs, "What a bummer."