>me on my first ever trip to Japan
>go to an amusement park
>there’s a maze
>I go in even tho I’ll probably get hungry and lost
>turn the corner and accidentally bump into two Japanese girls
>”aaagh kuso!!”
>shuba ice cream fell on the floor
>”oozora-san?!”, I gasp
>the other, pudgier one caught her ice cream with her mouth
>Subaru, after having been found out is frozen in fear
>fuck
>is it because I said that out loud?
>or because I’m black?
>”aah, subatomo da!” the kuuru fatto catto says
>what little N3 Japanese I learnt before goes out the window
>pull out GoogleTranslate
>”I’m really sorry about the ice cream, do you mind if I buy you another one?”
>shubalish engage.exe
>”No, I’m fainu, ten Q”
>I’m N4 again
>”ano… boku wa zutto daifan desu.”
>she starts to stand up
>”pu-re-a-de-su! meccha ski. Kimi no utae no boys mo ski”
>”aah, arigato!”
>”ah, mou ippon! Raudo Ikuarzu Fannii. Dakara…”
>I forget what “keep it up” means so I start to type on Google Translate
>screen goes off
>battery died from 20% because it’s an 8 year old iPhone and I didn’t buy a new one yet
>”fuck. Jya na”
>keep walking into the maze and never look back
What’s this “autism” you speak of?
