narianya
Atsuki Saijo was not one to do things that were not necessary, but he found himself pacing outside of the building in which he was housed nonetheless.
Back and forth, restless as his travelling thoughts, he attempted to think on the situation he was in. How long was he to be kept here? Was there any other purpose to be kept here, other than some experiment? If so, was he targeted because he was a telepath of a sort, that he had been brought back from death?
Turning on his heel, his visage for once was anything but calm. Pensive, bridled with barely contained hostility, was quite apparent. He was frustrated, alone, and in a situation where he knew so very little. Not only that, but he'd been branded, and that was painful, of course, it hampered his attempts to use his own abilities. Oh, sure he could use them, but if he did so for so long, the pain inflicted could most likely kill him from the shock alone.
He aggressively shoved that thought aside. He needed facts, not speculation, and he would not be able to do so on his own. But who he would ask?
Certainly not the figure he gazed upon at that moment his thought ran through his head. Though he was not one to judge on appearances, Atsuki was on guard by this man's shinen. While not hostile, per se, there was something clearly off about this individual.
Hatred. Regret.
Something Atsuki was all to familiar with.
Atsuki's pacing stopped abrubtly as he whirled to face the stranger with narrowed eyes.
"If you are just going to stand there, speak. Make yourself useful." While he would like to say that he didn't mean what he said, that he didn't intend to be rude, but that was a lie. Normally as calm as death, being thrust into a compound with no other explanation other than a simple 'experiment', his patience was wearing thin.
And so it was this stranger that would be the target of his venting his aggression.