Nishimorariki Stories

His eyes flicked to my backpack resting by the chair. "Hey, The duck keychain," he said suddenly. "Why it's carrying a knife?" I raised a brow, wordlessly asking if he was serious. But he looked at me expectantly, as if waiting for an answer. My gaze dropped to the little dinosaur hanging from the necklace on his chest. I jabbed my chin toward it. "To kill your dinosaur." -LEE HEESEUNG -NISHIMORA RI-KI •bromance \ friendship •kinda short story