Literature
Little Sister at the Side
Little Sister at the Side
“Are you certain this is all you have, Yoki?” the brawny Ishvalan gruffly asked the scrawny, pallid man with the pencil-thin mustache.
“Of course! Why should I hold from you, sir?” the runt of a man wheezed with the sonority of a broken puny tin whistle.
Yoki was the runt’s name, and his “partner” went only by the moniker of Scar, so deemed by the authorities because of the prominent x- shaped scar on his stern broad forehead.
“I am so sorry, Mr. Scar and Mr. Yoki! This is all I have left from crossing Xing.” Piped the girl dejectedly