The boy had recovered his unicycle from the railing and was crouching beside the spilled bags, scooping them back into the box with practised hands, stacking them quickly and efficiently despite the rain, the wet platform and the fact that his hands were shaking slightly from the shock.
He noticed Raizen holding the torn one and stopped. His face fell - a quick, involuntary frown, the expression of someone who'd been counting on every single item and had just lost one.
"Eiyaah!" He sucked air through his teeth, a sound that carried more frustration than any word could have. "That one might be broken, senior."
He stood, walked over, and leaned in to inspect the damage. His eyes were quick, darting across the torn paper and the exposed ridges, assessing. Then he looked up at Raizen's face.
