thirteen

I spend my unoccupied free chunk of time that afternoon driving around town, trying to think of places Kay might have gone, and then going into them myself to see if he's been there. I don't have any luck, but if Alene was right and he's been missing a week, that can be a long time to remember one customer out of many, especially when the one customer looks like so many other college-age kids, and is pretty quiet and unassuming to boot.

What can I tell people about him, to make them remember? He's about average height, skinny in a slightly underfed kind of way, he has medium-brown hair that could stand to be cut, he's quiet in both the "doesn't say much" way and the "doesn't speak very loudly" way, and he's considerate and quiet and likes cats and puts sugar in his orange juice and has a little bit of magic that he probably won't tell strangers about.

And at least two of his friends are worried enough that they came to Suzume Tattoos to practically yell at me for not knowing he was missing.

( I look up animal shelters on a whim )

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