A teenage L, a 6 বছর old Matt, and a middle aged Watari, walked into the little country on the corner of the রাস্তা 5 blocks fro Wammy's.
"Sorry, Matt. I know the interview viered off track but I needed to get ore cake," এল-মৃত্যু পত্র said, smileing down at Matt a little. Matt just nodded shyly and continued to play his gameboy.
They started heading toward the desert isle when Matt bumped into a snobby looking lady.
"Ugh! Whose bloody brat is this!" she shouted in her thick british accent. Matt took a few steps away fro her but ended up bumping into a bunch of other people who were just as rude.
"Watch it, kid!"
"Out of the way!"
He bumped into a fat guy and the guy's belly sent his gameboy flying out of his hands and crashing into the floor, breaking it.
"Get lost!" the guy shouted and pushed Matt harshly out of the way. Matt fell on his butt পরবর্তি to the broken gameboy and started crying.
"Matt, what's wrong?" Watari came up and knelt পরবর্তি to him. Matt just kept crying. Watari then noticed the broken gameboy, "don't worry, I'll fix it first thing when we get back to Wammy's, okay?" Matt still cried. এল-মৃত্যু পত্র had been watching from the sidelines and thought it was time to innervein. He got out the goggles he was going to surprise him with once they got back and walked up to Matt, "Matt, look," he held them out to him, "I remember seeing আপনি looking at them from a magazine...so I got আপনি some."
Matt sniffled and took them. He studied them a moment then smiled, "thank you..." he put them on his eyes and এল-মৃত্যু পত্র adjusted them.
Once they were on, they bought the cakes and went back to Wammy's...every since then Matt has cherrished the goggles...