[it must be a strange parody to watch little walter running down the neighborhood street, foggy and unclear. he resembles any healthy young child, full of energy and easily excited. it's out of place, when the sky is too clouded over to see, and an eerie wind settles in.
he turns a corner to find a grassy patch, a large bush sprawling in the corner. making a beeline to the bush, walter starts digging through it, frowning when his hands don't find what he was looking for.]
This isn't my ball...
[he tries tugging it out, only to fall back with a thud.]
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he turns a corner to find a grassy patch, a large bush sprawling in the corner. making a beeline to the bush, walter starts digging through it, frowning when his hands don't find what he was looking for.]
This isn't my ball...
[he tries tugging it out, only to fall back with a thud.]
Ow.