'There must be a lot of humans in that building next door.'
'Go take a look. Yeah, go check inside the building. Staying on the road is so boring.'
'Go scout it out for us.'
'Why isn't this old lady moving yet?'
'Hurry up! What's with that guy with the face full of eyeballs? Is he the one stopping the old lady from moving?'
Faced with so many demands, Resident Ted acted as if it had heard nothing. It stood with its hands on its hips, tapping one foot on the ground, sending circles of splashes radiating out into the rain with a PITTER-PATTER.
Its hair was soaked, clinging to its face in winding strands that trickled down like dark streams between its many eyeballs.
Its face had so little empty space that there was almost no room for expression. It wasn't until it opened its mouth that Mai Mingle realized it was getting impatient. "Say something! What's going on with the old lady's person over here? You're not saying a word. Are you shy?"
'...Huh?'
