sal did nothing wrong

She doesn’t like that.

[To:] ??? [From:] KURIYAMA MIRAI

Ah, perfect. A timely reply.

And Mirai was foolish. She nearly fell asleep on a bench in an empty park. Anyone walking by could have easily attacked her. It was unbelievable to her how stupid she had been. Thankfully, however, someone had arrived and startled her enough to wake her. She almost thought it’d be the right thing to do to thank them. An index finger rose up to her glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose ever so slightly. After getting a better look of the stranger, she could hardly believe her eyes.

From what she could gather, the person standing in front of her was not human — Not fully, anyway. His hair was as white as snow with a fin-like appendage coming from the top of his head to match. She quickly caught herself before staring too long. That would more than likely come off as rude, and offending people here was the last thing she wanted to do. She gave him a nervous smile before finally responding.

But there was too much for punishment for such a thing, which was definitely beyond his comprehension; the bear who stood at the top of all of their skulls, his hind paws digging into the thin slices of their hairs, would, with his amplified voice to boom over all of them, force them all into his system of murdering, only to make it mutual as he so wished. Truly a wonderful idea ― but if he so desired such a thing as well, agreeing with his ideals which others would unanimously view as absolutely, haha, sickening, then he could not understand why he would be struck with the lightning of consequence as well.

He was mysterious in not simply that way, but also several, much more, and with the dilation of his pupils he could murmur to himself, if he were so alone, he hates mysterious.

He was always willing to take chances. Emerge a victor from the uneducated judgements of his peers, and the liquid collection of blood will spill easily from his hand as he felt the marrow of his humerus, radius and ulna all be replenished with the delights of his abilities, even if but a small amount of dye cast within his vessels. And it was tempting so, the nerves implemented within the inner workings of each of his frontal teeth aching as they wished for him to take such a gamble as he had so many times before in his span of existence even if he could not recall so. But he was of a sharp mind and he would never allow himself to succumb to such a thing, as if he were to be found in failure and slain... Yes, everything would be ruined.

And so the girl faces such an initial genuine, kind smile, his tone truthfully light. All honesty.

He notes that the girl is formally polite (not to be two separate terms but one trait altogether as they must always go hand in hand), but meanwhile shy. He merely shakes his head and simply leans against the lamppost that was placed appropriately near his body. “Haha, no, that's okay.” And his expression morphs.

—A cool, calm breeze swept by the petite girl as she sat alone on a bench in the park. It was a beautiful day, and Mirai didn’t want to spend it locked away in her room. She knew it would be be best for her to get to know her surroundings. Besides, a little fresh air never hurt.

Her body shifted as she sat, adjusting herself to where she could lay back on the bench. Her golden eyes focused on the sky above, attempting to get her thoughts together. Memories were distant and fuzzy, and she couldn’t help but feel off. Mirai let out a small huff, her eyelids closing as she subconsciously messed with the ring on her pinky.

She could feel her thoughts drifting away, nearly falling asleep when she began to hear distant footsteps. She paid them no mind, though before she knew it, they came to a halt far too close for comfort. She began to slowly open her eyes, hoping she was imagining it. Sadly for her, someone was there. Although she expected it, it still startled her, causing her to shoot up from her laying position. She quickly pushed herself to the opposite edge of the bench, nearly falling off.

Mirai sat there in silence for a moment before smiling at the stranger nervously. “Ah… You startled me.”

And such so was the exact same here, though he did face a disability of semi-paralysis, which presented itself so as memory loss. A thick haze he could only delicately put soft marks in its exterior one day at a time, and which was truly a tedious task. It caused him the same disgust he hadn't yet learned to repress in his early days of fooling the great blue sea, but especially now, Sal was one who learned swiftly and would be praised for it by others if they noticed so and approved. But he needed not such a thing. It was trivial.

He does come to the realization in a period of time (which is not as short as he would have so preferred but better late than never, after all) that if amnesia was such the case, the best manual self-remedy was to find anything which may serve as the perfect ingredients to ultimate recollection of all he had ever known, experienced, and felt, and that was truly a wondrous thing. In this instant as he acts upon this realization, for the first time, he does not intend to walk close to any other being, his attention carefully carved upon the details of the world which surrounded him in an unconsciously inviting matter, and it is only her jump of shock that he does witness out the corner of his eye that puts pupils in the direction of elsewhere where another person would so happen to exist.