@theburningred
With the way things were going, it was far too relaxed. Certainly unexpected. Even after being as direct as a ball point pen on paper and aggravating a certain friend of the boy, there didn’t seem to be a change in the regular quietness of the disgusting peace around the island. Maybe people were more mature than he previously witnessed them to be. The gears didn’t bother shifting it seemed. Maybe he really was losing the sharpness of the blade.
Here he was, in a rather later hour visiting the hospital due to two reasons 1) he didn’t know where it was located, never visiting Ikaika island before, and 2) fashionably late an ungodly hour was always interesting ( although it was just 5-6 p.m. )
Guess things would always be so boring.
It was easy to put up a sweet smile and appear like an innocent young man simply wanting to visit a patient, which they allowed, perhaps knowing who he was. Upon reaching the designated place, he smiled again, glancing below at the hospital bed that held Chiaki.
“You survived eh.” frankly he wasn’t surprised, but he was amused. “I do hope you told them what kind of fiend had done this” he then seated himself next to him.
