akiyama--himori
He had slipped through into this other version of Shizume, wearing jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt so that his clothes would match those of this world aside from his cloak. It seemed he had forgotten to grab his boots again... Shoes were not something he really needed and the things didn't really make sense to him, but he was starting to get weird looks. And now there was someone walking towards him, with the appearance of and a similar scent to one of the police of his world's Shizume... He was probably about to be in trouble.











