[He huffs out a sound that's half-laughter and half-exhale. Honestly, the thought of Gonta as a child seems like just his imagination now, even though it's his memory and he knows it happened. Gonta has always seemed like such a large presence. But once upon a time, even Matsukaze must have been small.]
Well, he wasn't too much smaller than me then. But he was younger, so he was a little shorter . . . I suppose he came up to about my nose. And he had terrible posture. He was always running everywhere and kicking up dust. And yelling. [So that hasn't changed.]
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[He huffs out a sound that's half-laughter and half-exhale. Honestly, the thought of Gonta as a child seems like just his imagination now, even though it's his memory and he knows it happened. Gonta has always seemed like such a large presence. But once upon a time, even Matsukaze must have been small.]
Well, he wasn't too much smaller than me then. But he was younger, so he was a little shorter . . . I suppose he came up to about my nose. And he had terrible posture. He was always running everywhere and kicking up dust. And yelling. [So that hasn't changed.]