It fascinates Yuuto what a person can get used to in a short amount of time. Like the sleeping Hosts. The creeping fungus everywhere. The ruined state of the city. Flickering lights. Cold. Voices in one's head. Emotional connection felt within one's mind first. On and on.
People - not just humanity as not just humanity is present - can adapt to so much. However, they also refuse to go with the flow which means all their adaption adds a level of stress on them that they don't even know.
Humming along, he lets these thoughts flow through him. He loosens the grip on the hand-made dagger in his hand. It has quite a bit of Jinx-creativity upon it, but the blade itself is sharp which is the most important.
Yuuto stops as soon as he sees the person he's come to meet. It's in acknowledgement; his head bowing low in something like reverence, something like politeness. His head lifts before he picks up pace to close the distance. ]
Thank you so much for meeting with me, Kamui. [ His eyes roll up. Should he call him "Kamui-kun?" He feels his smile strain as he can't say that sounds right. In fact, it sounds very wrong in his head. Incorrect buzzer.
But his expression softens in sympathy. I'm sorry. Kamui is Kamui. But I'm sure people will treat you like "you." ]
late january.
It fascinates Yuuto what a person can get used to in a short amount of time. Like the sleeping Hosts. The creeping fungus everywhere. The ruined state of the city. Flickering lights. Cold. Voices in one's head. Emotional connection felt within one's mind first. On and on.
People - not just humanity as not just humanity is present - can adapt to so much. However, they also refuse to go with the flow which means all their adaption adds a level of stress on them that they don't even know.
Humming along, he lets these thoughts flow through him. He loosens the grip on the hand-made dagger in his hand. It has quite a bit of Jinx-creativity upon it, but the blade itself is sharp which is the most important.
Yuuto stops as soon as he sees the person he's come to meet. It's in acknowledgement; his head bowing low in something like reverence, something like politeness. His head lifts before he picks up pace to close the distance. ]
Thank you so much for meeting with me, Kamui. [ His eyes roll up. Should he call him "Kamui-kun?" He feels his smile strain as he can't say that sounds right. In fact, it sounds very wrong in his head. Incorrect buzzer.
But his expression softens in sympathy. I'm sorry. Kamui is Kamui. But I'm sure people will treat you like "you." ]