[ -- *amïabl ]

      Takeo leans against the wall, arms firmly crossed whilst fingers tap against forearm. The newcomer was there looking quite uncertain about his surroundings, something he should try to ease, yet-- What could they discuss? To take his mind off things? Difficult to think of a topic when he’d [ arima kishou, was it? ] carried his broken partner into the house with an expression that could only signify fright. 

     Throat is cleared, head turning to the side [ how awkward ]. ❝ ... So. You’re another modified human? ❞ He’d known there to be quite a few, but this was not a man heard of prior to their little and rather unforgiving encounter. 

   ❝ -- Seems Frankenstein still isn't back yet. ❞ Two days since he’d disappeared. Where on earth had he wandered off to? Surely he would be alright, that menacing power was nothing to scoff at, but one did have to question. Nonetheless, the man whom the other referred to as Master didn’t appear overly concerned. Why? Did he know something they didn’t? 

   Speaking of. Catching Raizel’s figure from out of the corner of his eye, he notices him loitering around the kitchen. He seemed lost [ did he know how to use the appliances? ]. ❝ Are you hungry? I can make you some food if you want. ❞ They had packets of instant noodles in the cupboard, didn’t they? Sauntering over, he opens it up and-- Oh. Face blanks when he sees the amount stuffed into that tiny space [ who'd bought all this? ].