“That smells good,” Finn said, popping his head in the window of the apartment. “My mom used to make spaghetti like that. Hers was probably better, though.” He climbed through the open window.
“O-oh…Hi there, umm…Did you want some? There’s lots and I don’t need that much,” Rin handed the boy a generous helping of pasta. “So…Does your mother know where you are?”
“No, she’s not around no more. The other rats told me to tell people she bit the dust, but that’s stupid, right? She didn’t bite nothing, she just got sick.” He didn’t pause to chew.
“Rats? Oh…Right, okay. I’m sorry about your mother. But what about your fa-oh, nevermind. Do…Do you like the pasta? It’s not too salty or anything, is it?”
“It’s good. Name’s Finn, by the way. Should introduce myself if you’re gonna feed me, right?”
"My name? Oh right, sorry. I'm Rin. I'm glad you like the spaghetti, it wouldn't be nice if I gave it to you and you didn't like it. Umm, did you want more? And if you want I could get you something to drink."
“More? For real, Mister Rin? You’re gonna give me more and a drink?!”
“Well of course I’m going to give you more, why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, we ain’t exactly in the rich side of town, Mister. Don’t you wanna save it for later?”
“I don’t see a problem, I mean, I’m not hungry right now and you probably need it more than I do. It’s fine.”
“If you keep it up, Mister you’re going to have rats on your doorstep…Hey, how come your hair’s so weird?”
“Weird? Oh well I just don’t cut it, so that’s why it’s so long and I don’t like it getting in my face so I tie it up too.”
“No, why is it white?”
“Oh, I don’t really know actually, my mom and dad had brown hair so…”
“You’re weird…I kinda like you.”
“Thank… Thank you?”
"No problem. Hey, are those cookies? Can I have one? Please? Just one. I haven't ever had a homemade cookie. I swear I'll be out of your hair if you just give me the cookie please."
"They're oatmeal cookies, I hope that's okay. Here you are. But you really don't have to leave. I kinda like you too"
"Really? I can stay? I mean...Wow. You're, like, the greatest, Mister! I swear, I'll sleep on the couch and I'll do chores or something...Well...Maybe I won't do chores, I always mess them up anyway, but wow. You're the greatest!"
"You can be my official taste tester. That'll be your chore. I hope you don't mind. But if it's okay... Do you think you could keep this from your other... friends? I don't think I can handle that... I wouldn't be sure if they're as nice as you"
“Oh…Actually…Maybe I should get back to them. We’re sort of like one big family. We take care of each other, you know? They’ll miss me if I stay away too much.” Finn smiled sheepishly at Rin, before exiting from the window in which had come and disappearing into the dusk.
“O-oh…Hi there, umm…Did you want some? There’s lots and I don’t need that much,” Rin handed the boy a generous helping of pasta. “So…Does your mother know where you are?”
“No, she’s not around no more. The other rats told me to tell people she bit the dust, but that’s stupid, right? She didn’t bite nothing, she just got sick.” He didn’t pause to chew.
“Rats? Oh…Right, okay. I’m sorry about your mother. But what about your fa-oh, nevermind. Do…Do you like the pasta? It’s not too salty or anything, is it?”
“It’s good. Name’s Finn, by the way. Should introduce myself if you’re gonna feed me, right?”
"My name? Oh right, sorry. I'm Rin. I'm glad you like the spaghetti, it wouldn't be nice if I gave it to you and you didn't like it. Umm, did you want more? And if you want I could get you something to drink."
“More? For real, Mister Rin? You’re gonna give me more and a drink?!”
“Well of course I’m going to give you more, why wouldn’t I?”
“Well, we ain’t exactly in the rich side of town, Mister. Don’t you wanna save it for later?”
“I don’t see a problem, I mean, I’m not hungry right now and you probably need it more than I do. It’s fine.”
“If you keep it up, Mister you’re going to have rats on your doorstep…Hey, how come your hair’s so weird?”
“Weird? Oh well I just don’t cut it, so that’s why it’s so long and I don’t like it getting in my face so I tie it up too.”
“No, why is it white?”
“Oh, I don’t really know actually, my mom and dad had brown hair so…”
“You’re weird…I kinda like you.”
“Thank… Thank you?”
"No problem. Hey, are those cookies? Can I have one? Please? Just one. I haven't ever had a homemade cookie. I swear I'll be out of your hair if you just give me the cookie please."
"They're oatmeal cookies, I hope that's okay. Here you are. But you really don't have to leave. I kinda like you too"
"Really? I can stay? I mean...Wow. You're, like, the greatest, Mister! I swear, I'll sleep on the couch and I'll do chores or something...Well...Maybe I won't do chores, I always mess them up anyway, but wow. You're the greatest!"
"You can be my official taste tester. That'll be your chore. I hope you don't mind. But if it's okay... Do you think you could keep this from your other... friends? I don't think I can handle that... I wouldn't be sure if they're as nice as you"
“Oh…Actually…Maybe I should get back to them. We’re sort of like one big family. We take care of each other, you know? They’ll miss me if I stay away too much.” Finn smiled sheepishly at Rin, before exiting from the window in which had come and disappearing into the dusk.
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