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              —⋮ ✧ ⋮— The stoic expression on his face disappeared the second his turquoise eyes widened out of shock at the sight of someone familiar walking towards him –– but it wasn’t just any random acquaintance. It was the figure of a dear friend he was ready to die for. It was the last person he wanted to see in this horrid city. Anger, concern and fear immediately settled in his heart –– but he pushed all of the rage building inside him to ask her a very important question. “Hinamori... You... You’re here. You haven’t gotten hurt by those bastard scientists have you?” The prospect of her getting tossed around by them was more than enough to cause his protective nature to spike.

       「♞」There was something soothing about picking flowers, arranging them into a beautiful bundle for literally no one. It was the aroma that was most captivating, from the roses especially. Diarmuid glances over towards a bush beside him, noticing a young woman who also had the same idea as he. “So it would seem I’m not the only one.” he muses loudly, lips gently smirking towards her. 

      how he hated the feeling of being caught out of his element; the man called 'giles' had once spoken of the irony of him being a 'fish out of water' in the world of men, but it had been something lost in translation. or perhaps it was difficult to find amusement when the air fought against his lungs at the time, he didn't know. but simply being here was enough to make his skin crawl. it smelled wrong, the way that human cities often did and...something else, ever-changing, growing, and sick - not entirely unlike the place where he'd been imprisoned before elisa had freed him. this was simply a bigger cage with the illusion of freedom, he'd concluded early on.

      unfortunately, a cage didn't mean that it was devoid of outside dangers. this place was unlike any other which he knew, it was of no surprise that it spawned unusual creatures; such as as the odd one he was currently facing. it held the shape of a human and appeared to be distraught, but held nothing else in similarities. he recognized the look of a hunter - even one that did not mean to kill it's prey - and he felt adrenaline surging through his blood, gills flaring defensively as he growled at the unknown creature; a warning not to approach any further. even animals recognized such a warning, but this did not - and instead charged at him. for all the beast's bravado, it did not last long against his claws. instead of bleeding once hit, it seemed to fade entirely once he struck - and he thought for a moment that it was a trick of some kind.