[Omori simply blinked at the hair ruffle. Even if some sections of the dark fiber were now sticking at odd angles, he didn’t move to fix them. The boy just turned his gaze towards the racks of shoes.
Labels like size 6 and Sandals guiding the way like quest markers.
It was strange - no matter what he looked at, Omori could easily identify things that fit his Sunny’s friends. A pair of tennis shoes in bright orange, comfortable slip-ons with a floral design, dainty formal flats with pink bows…
And yet, Omori wasn’t sure what he wanted.
The child took forever in that aspect. Walking up and down the row, again and again, looking at the same shoes. Three choices… and yet he couldn’t choose. He did seem to slow near sandals that were white or black in orientation.]
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Labels like size 6 and Sandals guiding the way like quest markers.
It was strange - no matter what he looked at, Omori could easily identify things that fit his
Sunny’sfriends. A pair of tennis shoes in bright orange, comfortable slip-ons with a floral design, dainty formal flats with pink bows…And yet, Omori wasn’t sure what he wanted.
The child took forever in that aspect. Walking up and down the row, again and again, looking at the same shoes. Three choices… and yet he couldn’t choose. He did seem to slow near sandals that were white or black in orientation.]