Miya approaches Kirito carefully already by his eyes telling something was wrong. She had brought food with her, just a few rice cakes she had made. "Kirito, its me Miya.."
Kirito was sitting alone on a bench with his grey eyes opened and staring at the ground, not that he could see the ground. He sighed, hating that he was stuck in this small town instead of on the front lines with Klein, Asuna, and the others. He was bored, and upset. No he was down right pathetic right now, the Beater, the Black Swordsman reduced to being trapped in a village because he can't see. He sighed, and looked up when he heard the sound of feet coming towards him. He knew he was safe from being killed in here, but that didn't mean he didn't tense up in case it was someone who would try to take advantage of his disability. But he relaxed when he heard the voice was Miya, he really wasn't in the mood to argue with her. But having someone to talk to was at least SOMETHING to. "Hi Miya." He replied, returning his gaze back to the ground, though all he saw was darkness. Though he was getting hungry and the smell of Miya's food was tempting to ask about, but he restrained himself and didn't ask.
