When it seemed that he was allowed to have the hot chocolate Warui carefully picked it up. He was supprised that it didn't actually feel very hot. He suspected the winter air had cooled it down. Looking around though, he found it strange that the area immediately surrounding them didn't look very wintery any more. Much of the snow around the bench had melted so that the grass was visible and even green.<br/><br/>He got an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach, like there was something important he should remember, but didn't. Remembering his thirst, the boy lifted the cup to his lips and was about to take a sip when the girl stood up and walked off a bit. She was talking into a little metal thing... It was called a cell phone. He knew that somehow. He knew that it somehow let her talk to people far away. Even though the knowledge came from himself, he was mystified by it. The idea of such a device was amazing to him.<br/><br/>The girl finished her conversation and came back to sit on the bench. She explained that she had some free time, and told him what she intended to do in it.<span style="font-style: italic">Shoes...</span>he thought, looking down at his toes and wiggling them a bit.<span style="font-style: italic">That keeps coming up.</span>The boy looked down. He almost said it out loud, but for some reason it stayed within his mind,<span style="font-style: italic">I am lost. Very lost. But I have no idea where I want to go in the first place.</span><br/><br/>After she finished talking, Warui paused to think, pulling his hot chocolate to his lips to take a sip of the foreign-smelling drink. Immediately after it touched his tongue, he spat it back out, then gave a horrified stare at the innocent-looking cup. "I-it's awful!" he exclaimed before he could catch himself. He started as he realized how rude that sounded. "Oh... I-I'm sorry," Warui said, his cheeks slightly red and his head lowered slightly in apology. "I just... didn't expect it to taste so..." he wasn't sure how to put it in a way that wouldn't sound rude. Disgusting, horrible, repulsive, vile, he couldn't say any of those. Based on the girl's previous comment, she rather liked the stuff. Warui didn't have a substance to fit the taste's description with, but whatever it was, he must not have liked the stuff if he'd ever had it before.<br/><br/>"I suppose..." he finished, "I just don't really like hot chocolate..."