"He was the only other person who loved climbing to the rooftops. In order to see the beautiful city of Pandris, the scenery, the only way was, quite literally, up. The only thing worse than having him outrun me to the rooftops, was having to hear him ramble on and on. I let him talk as much as he needed to; the fact that he was a great listener made up for it quite well anyways. He always let me share with him when I needed to. I think he always saw what we had as nothing more than a friendship, and that was what I needed at the time, someone to be there for me. I'd moved away from Tokyo to here when I was finally old enough to, just a few months ago. I'd grown tired of living in the same town for basically all my life, so I felt I had to leave. A new city is always a scary experience, especially when everyone is as reserved as they are in Pandris, The first building I climbed was a 2 storey Spice shop, named Etta's Spices and Herbs. It wasn't much of a challenge, and somehow I just kept climbing till I reached really high. The view of the city from up was breathtaking. I no longer felt like I was walking amongst a bunch of zombies and robots from up here, I felt like I was in a whole other city, like I had a whole other city to myself. At least, that's what I thought at first. On my second day, I ran into Harry, literally ran into him, somewhere high up in the architecture. I wasn't expecting to find another person up here, and I couldn't help but feel a little jealous, like he was tainting my personal..fort, of sorts. He quickly introduced himself and told me that he came up here everyday to hang out and sometimes just clear his head. He guessed that I was new to the city, because it was quite small, and he basically 'knew everyone'. 'Wanna hang out?', a shy fifteen year old him asked me. 'We're probably the only two people that come up here, and you're the first other person I've ever ran into up here, so we might as well be friends', he continued. This whole time, I hadn't even gotten a word into the conversation, and the first things I said to him were, 'Alright, okay....'

He was my first, and so far, only friend, and he did the best job at that..."

- Stories of a String Seamstress

tried writing from a female viewpoint, sort of like a diary entry

Enjoy

Alright, okay.

Art: http://eduardo-pena.deviantart.com/art/rooftop-chit-chat-574364771