[On one hand, he's grateful for the cover of the crowd and its bustle. Those Xochiwhoevenknows people can try to sell him whatever they like. He's not buying any of it just yet, and they can't make him if they can't find him.
...On the other, this is making it pretty hard for a boy with little presence to start to get anybody's attention.]
Hey— Sorry, 'scuse me!
[It's all right if you choose to ignore him. Heaven, hell, and Kazu himself know he isn't looking his most respectable in his sleep-rumpled clothes, slightly frayed at the edges like the rest of him and wreathed in the faint scent of smoke—also like the rest of him. Meet his eyes for more than a second though, and he'll plow on before you can decide you aren't giving weirdos the time of your day:]
Open!
...On the other, this is making it pretty hard for a boy with little presence to start to get anybody's attention.]
Hey— Sorry, 'scuse me!
[It's all right if you choose to ignore him. Heaven, hell, and Kazu himself know he isn't looking his most respectable in his sleep-rumpled clothes, slightly frayed at the edges like the rest of him and wreathed in the faint scent of smoke—also like the rest of him. Meet his eyes for more than a second though, and he'll plow on before you can decide you aren't giving weirdos the time of your day:]
You mind if I borrow your phone for a sec?