UltimativerG0han

Makoto leaned back against a pillow at the head of Futaba’s bed. She felt bored. What could she do right now? Ann was busy rubbing her own feet down and Futaba was still scrolling through her computer. She didn’t bring much else to keep occupied while her friends were busy, just some pajamas they’d all left in the living room for when they were ready to sleep. And it wasn’t that she felt like she was being left out, she just felt useless doing nothing. Makoto glanced over beside Futaba’s bed. The shelf next to it looked like it hadn’t been used in ages, covered in a thin layer of dust. She lifted a finger and ran it across the surface, making a fine line in the tiny particles before lifting her finger up to see all the collected dust. Of course this wouldn’t be notable if it actually was dust. No. The white covered shelf was actually covered in hundreds and hundreds of concrete buildings, and for the past five minutes people had been screaming for the giant girl’s attention, her face