Tokyo.

[ japan, yes. then he'll have to see to it that kamui is returned there as soon as this disaster is broken down. it doesn't sound hard to make it happen in hindsight, but that means understanding this place properly to achieve that goal. he doesn't know anything of kamui, he hardly remembers what was written on the walls that tried to explain his character. the smell of flowers. it's brief, he doesn't look up to see where it came from because as long as it's not any sort of fungus, there's nothing to worry about.

for now, he'll accept it.

the smell of flowers isn't as terrifying as the smell of their blood, the fact that people had died because of him, and learning that the reason for any of it at all is because someone was scared. kim soleum was afraid too. then why do they cross paths but never make the same choices. he exhales, a shake of his head, and because he doesn't want to hear anymore coughs. ]

Hm.

[ and because kim soleum never asks to hear about backgrounds because he doesn't care. whatever these ocs go through is none of his business because it doesn't help him with his goal of going home, he doesn't argue over what is safest for him, nor does he inquire what it was he were doing in tokyo before coming here.

all soleum knows is that he's searching. ]

That's fine, then. In the trunk... [ his voice carries as he doesn't think much of it because... he's thinking whether this is a smart choice. ] there's a can of peaches, it'll help alleviate the cough, and keep your throat wet. The cold air is dry.

[ this is just life, a normal coincidence and a fact to their survival. ]

If you're sick, you'll make things harder for yourself.