Weather | Akihito+Azami
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✗—-) Nearly two days. That was how long he'd been trapped in this space with all the others. He wished he could say he'd been actually keeping track of how long he'd been here, but Akihito didn't quite pay attention to the clock. Quite frankly, the half-youmu was pretty excited to be here. Here he wouldn't be the target of peoples scrutiny because of what he was, but rather who he was. That was a major change compared to what he's been through. An exciting change.
✗—-) The vibe everyone gave off was an unfriendly vibe, Akihito could tell. The one thing the teen continued to try and wrap his brain around was the sole fact that they all came from separate worlds, worlds that would seem like mere fiction from where he came from. Well, he couldn't exactly say that as his own story was probably just as bizarre.
✗—-) Akihito had already traveled over the entire premise, looking around and getting a good look at the other people who were stuck in the same situation as he. Randomly being awoken in a brightly lit room, and told that you had been paired up with a complete stranger. And don't forget, you can't trust anyone. Akihito scoffed, turning his nose in contempt at that thought. Clearly someone had no faith in people. He looked outside the windowed door that seemed to be the exit of the building, that led to one of the many gardens. There was a light blanket of snow that covered the ground, frost overtaking the glass and making little intricate designs that only nature could make.
✗—-) “I wonder if the weather here is just like the patterns back home..” he said to no one in particular, but it was clear he would speak to anyone if they just went up to him.