@memoreaped : funny. i don't remember falling asleep.
for a fleeting second , HISHIMA STRUGGLES TO COMPREHEND WHY THE TEEN'S APPEARANCE RINGS A BELL ; & is equally puzzled about why someone who looks as though he's just passed his entrance exams ( or not passed , if he were to take an honest measure ) should regard him with such profound perplexity . his recollections of those intense three weeks in shibuya - & those involved within - swiftly receded behind the inviting challenge of restoring shinjuku , & take a moment to be trawled from their depths .
" an astute observation . you did not , indeed , "Β once the recognition is drawn , hishima steels his focus on fret with a subtle rise of his chin & a severity that sharpens the edges of his indifferent exterior . " a lack of memory around the events leading to your entry isn't unusual . was that also not the case the last time you played ? I SUPPOSE IT MATTERS NOT . "Β
he delves into the depth of his pocket with stone-faced tenacity , retrieving a mysterious object : revealed in his palm as a black pin gleaming ominously under the city's overcast sun . adorning it is a red , dual-spiked emblem . with an air of formal stoicism , he extends it toward him . " once more unto the chthonic breach , furesawa tosai . WELCOME BACK TO THE REAPER'S GAME . "
β¦ the trace of a SMILE , barely perceptible , etches itself momentarily upon his face . " no , i'm merely pulling your leg . "
