Nodding slowly a few times, and his smile growing all the while, Ion kept his gaze on the town ahead, becoming much more curious as to what it may be like. Becoming lost in his thoughts, the boy almost didn’t notice Sync setting off already, and, after a moment, Ion began to follow the other, occasionally glancing around as they walked.
At Sync’s question, the Fon Master’s brow began to furrow in thought. What was he going to do once he arrived? It’s not like he had any plans— after all, he had only heard about this town not to long ago… But, maybe he could start by looking around? Getting himself accustomed to the area? Yes, that seemed like a good start.
“Hmm, well, I suppose I’ll just take a look around first,” he started, looking around. “And what about you, Sync? Do you have anything planned?”
“Oh?” Didn’t he suddenly sound curious. “Anyway, I’ll be leaving after I escort you. I have no means of staying in that assiduous place.”
Sync and Ion had finally reached Polis, their destined area. It was busy as usual. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There was a large cluster of strange people. Perhaps one of them would help the poor lost child. The two were just at the side entrance now. Sync mentioned for the other to walk forward.
“I’ll be leaving, if you need a tour guide just ask anyone. I’m sure they’ll help someone like you.” His last word was emphasized rudely. Sync was just glad he didn’t have to baby sit Ion any further. He was afraid he’d get angry and possibly lash out at him, so he turned to leave…