@devildrop // s.c.
|| █ ▌— oh, it’s somewhat remarkable how quickly one can grow used to an unfamiliar place if forced to. terra is a peculiar city, and jakurai’s latent uncertainty quickly gives way to his natural curiosity. he dislikes feeling out of his element, all on his own, but he knows he will be able to make do.
eyes settle on a very familiar individual before too long, though, and he has to wonder how much he can attribute to anything to coincidence rather than fate. that is an unpleasant thought, however, so it’s shaken off quickly. part of him wishes to simply pass by without a word, but that seems both discourteous and somewhat futile. he can see that ramuda amemura has seen him and so he inclines his head as if in greeting.
his nose wrinkles very subtly, though, as if in the presence of too-strong perfume. other than that, he shows no sign of the distaste he feels. ❝ amemura. i’m surprised to see that you are here as well. ❞
