† it’s late in the evening when he returns to his temporary home after a day spent wandering the city. in spite of the peculiarity surrounding koi and the absence of his comrades, he’s surprisingly ( or perhaps not for him ) at an all time high in terms of mood. how could he be anything other than ecstatic after he’d seen so many miraculous sights during his venture? machines that even paris didn’t possess, even though he had considered paris technologically advanced! granted, they still lacked airships and automations, so maybe they were evenly matched. regardless, it was NEW and that’s all that matters.
he positively buzzing with energy, eager to tell his friends about his discoveries when he opens the door. there, a man sits on his couch, as if he belonged there. as if this was HIS home. which actually doesn’t bother him all that much -- not at all really. more than anything, he’s simply intrigued.
❛ oh? that’s strange -- i don’t recall leaving the door unlocked. ❜ he muses as he places his belongings on a nearby table, smile still in place.
❛ who might you be? hmm, actually on second thought, i suppose the more important issue at hand is -- what are you doing here, in my apartment of all places? ❜
@soldiera
