"Uu…. It’s just so boring, Ziz-san…"
A boy sat alone in an old house in the forest, arms hanging over a tank with a blue octopus in it that sat in his lap. It wasn’t like there was anything to do, anyway.
At least he had Ziz-san to keep him company. It was the only thing, really, that even reminded him he had parents. His father gave Ziz to him, after all.
Great, and now he was hungry. He simply huffed and leaned his forehead on what seemed to be the octopus’. Maybe someone would come. Maybe…
That’s the funniest thing he’d ever heard.