The train hissed to a halt. The doors slid open. The crowd surged.
Kenji yawned, scratching his messy hair. "Uh, normal? Can we sit down? My feet hurt. Standing is so... static." ms visual momswap
"Mom," Kenji mumbled, eyes still closed. "Can I skip the exhibition? It’s just a bunch of adults talking about 'texture' and 'form'." The train hissed to a halt