#laybcck

he's seen the items in passing, things resembling earmuffs draped around the necks of other people. sometimes over their ears, too, so he can only assume they are earmuffs. but.. sometimes he thinks that if he listens closely enough that he can hear something coming from them.

and he can't hear anything from this person's, but given that everyone else has steered clear from him when they notice they can see through him, it's not as if he's received any answers yet.

here's another attempt.

he raises his hands to his ears, cupped as if he were going to put something over them, mimicking the not-earmuff-earmuffs. if he were to liken them to anything else, they kind of look like headphones astronauts wore — can they be used the same?

there's something different about this person, too, enough so that he wants to try. it's curious enough how he's resting now. can someone be comfortable enough to out in the open like this? well, anyway.

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in HOUSE 101!

You’ll be able to summon Amidamaru for 20 minutes a day!

You’ll be given a wooden sword!

Enjoy your stay!

Silence lingers between the two. Hao didn’t expect his twin to sit beside him, though he likely should have. Yoh had an annoying habit of sticking to others despite the potential disdain that could come from it. In some ways it was welcome, but the older twin had never been good at dealing with such things.

LET US SCREAM TOGETHER

      “I didn’t expect you to come out here.”

While technically all knowing, it didn’t necessarily mean that Hao could foresee everything. The Shaman King didn’t keep tabs on his twin as often as one would think, and perhaps it was to give Yoh privacy. Though he would never admit it, he was always around if needed. However, he held a firm belief that Yoh and his friends were better off figuring out any problems they faced without a god’s interference.

Things remained interesting that way.