Kino was delaying his return to the orphanage. He knew that they weren't going to let him out past dinner even if it was with the Hokage, mostly because no one was going to buy that story. He looked at the note and thought to himself 'They'll probably think it's a forged letter, I can see the extra chores now.' He continued on his walk for a few moments before stopping outside a shop and looking in the window. It was nothing special really, just a furniture store that was having a sale. But to Kino, that was something that made him think.
Thinking of what home was and what it had become, of what had occurred earlier and why, and naturally of just sitting down on a damn couch. The concept was great, but in reality it was something he was so far from. His bunk was barely a bed in his eyes, but it worked so who was he to complain anyway. The more he thought of it, the more he thought of if his sister was still with his mom, and what they might be doing on a night like tonight. Wherever they were, and whatever they were doing, he was certain that one day he'd be doing it too when he met them again. Hopefully with some real food, that's what he missed most about living with his dad
Thinking of what home was and what it had become, of what had occurred earlier and why, and naturally of just sitting down on a damn couch. The concept was great, but in reality it was something he was so far from. His bunk was barely a bed in his eyes, but it worked so who was he to complain anyway. The more he thought of it, the more he thought of if his sister was still with his mom, and what they might be doing on a night like tonight. Wherever they were, and whatever they were doing, he was certain that one day he'd be doing it too when he met them again. Hopefully with some real food, that's what he missed most about living with his dad