Zuki panics, “uh, h-hi”. “I didn’t know anyone else was here”, Zuki says as he slowly backs away.
"it's fine. What's your name?"
“Um Z-zuki, yours?”
“Arsen.”
(Lmao) “oh um, what brings you here?”
"just exploring. What about you?"
“I’m looking for stuff too wear…like that!” Zuki points to a piece of plastic a few feet away.
"oh. You wear garbage?"
“Garbage!?. It’s everywhere where I’m from, I never knew it was garbage…” Zuki stands up and walks towards Arsen, he smiles at her and starts picking up plastic.
"hm? Where do you come from that's so polluted?"
