Character Japanese Movie Novels & Stories

I wiped my tears of joy; “it’s koukousei tantei.” “Yeah, fine, okay,” Marcella held her hands up in time with the roll of her eyes; “I’m joining because of Kudo Shinichi!” Then, she pointed her finger at the Detective. “Shinjitsu w* Itsumo Hitotsu!” My brows rose upon watching and hearing her imitation of the anime character’s catchphrase. So, I noted, “Detective, she has a better Japanese accent than you.” She huffed. “Well, apologies to the both of you. I have only watched the English adaptation of that show. I haven’t even met my parents’ inspiration for my name yet.”

She smiled and walked back towards the only table in the room. “Thanks.” Ejima breathed in as she rubbed the sackcloth. There were other scars on her hands but it was not as bad as she had presumed. “You speak like one who knows everything about me. Yet, your accent sounds strange and I can’t remember our acquaintance. Have we met before?” The squashing noise of the water ceased as the woman stopped washing her hands. Her shoulders had slogged and even though Ejima could not see her face, she could almost imagine the sadness that draped the creased horny colored skin.