About me: “Little Tomoe? Oh, she’s in that building. What did the brat do this time?” The elderly man looked towards the reporter questioning him about the Tomoe. “Get in a fight with some boy again?“ Running a hand through his sable hair. “That kid Tomoe got in a fight with, how bad did the little brat beat him” With his free hand he flicked open a pack of cigarettes he kept in his pocket as he awaited to hear the details fully expecting the boy to have a broken rib and at least one tooth knocked out like the last three.
The man clad in dark blue shook his head. "I'm sorry, no I mean we are looking into Tomoe's past. We are doing a biography about the model who skyrocketed in such a short amount of time. It seems no one really knows anything about Tomoe. We went to the school he purportedly went to as a child and they have no recollection of him in the school. We came to his neighborhood in search of people who knew him before he entered the model scene. We are positive that we can fi-”
The old man raised a hand, two fingers holding a cigarette between them cutting him off. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a lighter lighting the cigarette in one motion. “Now, I get the little lady got into many fights, but she’s no guy and it’s kind of expected from a child who’s parents who don’t discipline them enough and hang around delinquents.” He took a drag of the cigarette. “Kid’s parents were… hmm… the kid’s parents… weird, I can’t remember what the brat’s parents were like, but they were too soft on the kid with the amount of fights with the other kids in the neighborhood she got into. You may want to ask that tan girl Tomoes always around.”
