Mar 16, 2015
alcoroute
Well, shit.
Daichi had always warned him to stop his late night jogs in favor of sleep inside of safety-- but even in worst case scenarios, Sugawara never expected to get whisked away to a different world entirely. The scientists in the white room had been clinical in their debriefing. If he were to thrive, then he would need to accept and adapt.
... Which was always easier said than done.
Sugawara tightly clutches the piece of parchment with his housing arrangement on it. The anxiety is clear on his face-- dry lips and tousled hair-- as he approaches the nearest stranger.
“If I can bother you for a second, do you mind telling me where district Alpha is please? I’m more than a little lost, unfortunately.”