@kejidotori
He didn’t know why he was here, nothing could really explain it-- and nothing could really explain this place at all to him. Out of all that he had seen and all that had happened, this had been the strangest. His sword was gone-- given a wooden sword instead, and Beni was gone as well--- he didn’t like that.
A few days in, he had yet to find a familiar face--- much less a friendly face. It was... Disheartening, really. Nothing appealed to him, not even any of the bars. Certainly he’d get used to them, but a bar wasn’t the same without his friend Mizuki as the owner.
Pink hair--- he was used to unusual hair, but more than what suddenly attracted his attention was the others dressing and the sword they carried. Wooden as well-- perhaps they were in the same situation...? “Oi! Excuse me---” Koujaku raises a hand, trying to get the, well... Pretty mans attention (seriously, that was a pretty man, weren’t they??) “You wouldn’t happen to be from here, are you?”
