... # EP1.01 OPEN STARTER setting: the garrison / the first frost party. with @anyone.
kaito had forgotten what people did when they were cold. he wasn't stupid, he knew about jackets, but the mannerisms of it didn't come naturally anymore. he watched a few people a little too closely as he sat at the bar. they held warm drinks in their hands, closer to them than normal to try and sap its heat. they huddled with their loved ones, shoving fingers into pockets and under clothing.
it wasn't that he didn't get cold anymore. quite the opposite. he was embalmed. then buried. he was always cold. necro - anemia, he called it. wires crossed, he held his coconut rum on the rocks like one would a cup of coffee and faked a shiver as he whipped around to the person sitting next to him. he hadn't talked to anyone in the ten minutes since he ordered the drink, and the silence had become unbearable.
“come here often?” he said, irony dripping from his voice. a cold dead thing searches desperately for warmth and laughter. like a child not loved enough. the dramatics should have died with him, but sometimes that's all that's inside. the corpse that had been kaito murakami smiled and tapped his glass to the bar - top before downing it. “i'm all empty, next round on me?”