[Does he want to talk about the statues right now? Not really. But the desire not to be alone is strong. He could find Jun and ask to be comforted, and he will later, but Jun is also going to be distraught about Leo's disappearance. In a way, it seems easiest to talk to someone who isn't so intimately involved.]
Great, then I'll see you soon!
[And then he wipes at his eyes a bit, before getting up and checking his face in the reflective surface of the hallway, just to make sure he doesn't look too terrible. He then pulls up the digital map on his watch. Let's see, where did she say she was again...?
... ah. That's where she is.
He stands outside the doorway after he arrives, peering inside the lounge. He's passed the place plenty of times in his year-plus of living here, but he's always walked on by it. The air, thick with smoke, reminds him of the Roost, and the prospect of breathing it into his lungs seems unpleasant. He'd never pick up a cigar himself, and the dim lighting makes him wonder what sort of things might be going on in the dark. Idols, and noble scions, are supposed to keep their noses clean. This isn't his scene.
But he's been held hostage for over a year now, with no reason to think he'll be back home anytime soon and every reason to think things will get worse. He just lost a second person from his world. Compared to all that, a little darkness and some smoke seem like nothing to be afraid of.
He pushes through the doors and looks around the lounge, taking in the different silhouettes seated on cushions, slumping over tables, sharing whispered conversations and taking drags from elegantly-curved pipes. A few guests look his way, raking over his form with their eyes, but most are wrapped up in their own world. Here, unlike at home, he's no one noteworthy. He's not a royalty card.
Unlike some people. He doesn't know where precisely Reira is, but it doesn't take long even in the dark. All he has to do is keep an ear out, and eventually he hears the expected whisperings about the Queen."Such a beautiful Queen. Do you think she's waiting for someone?"
Hiyori walks up to where she is. Despite everything, he smiles.]
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Great, then I'll see you soon!
[And then he wipes at his eyes a bit, before getting up and checking his face in the reflective surface of the hallway, just to make sure he doesn't look too terrible. He then pulls up the digital map on his watch. Let's see, where did she say she was again...?
... ah. That's where she is.
He stands outside the doorway after he arrives, peering inside the lounge. He's passed the place plenty of times in his year-plus of living here, but he's always walked on by it. The air, thick with smoke, reminds him of the Roost, and the prospect of breathing it into his lungs seems unpleasant. He'd never pick up a cigar himself, and the dim lighting makes him wonder what sort of things might be going on in the dark. Idols, and noble scions, are supposed to keep their noses clean. This isn't his scene.
But he's been held hostage for over a year now, with no reason to think he'll be back home anytime soon and every reason to think things will get worse. He just lost a second person from his world. Compared to all that, a little darkness and some smoke seem like nothing to be afraid of.
He pushes through the doors and looks around the lounge, taking in the different silhouettes seated on cushions, slumping over tables, sharing whispered conversations and taking drags from elegantly-curved pipes. A few guests look his way, raking over his form with their eyes, but most are wrapped up in their own world. Here, unlike at home, he's no one noteworthy. He's not a royalty card.
Unlike some people. He doesn't know where precisely Reira is, but it doesn't take long even in the dark. All he has to do is keep an ear out, and eventually he hears the expected whisperings about the Queen. "Such a beautiful Queen. Do you think she's waiting for someone?"
Hiyori walks up to where she is. Despite everything, he smiles.]
This seat's not taken, is it?