[His eyes are focused on that man's figure, who is almost like a bright light in the oppressive dark atmosphere. The familiar bright blues of the haori standing out in his eyes. How strange, how fascinating, how... eye catching. It feels like it's taking a long time for him to even reach that man.
Is he here, or an illusion? After meeting Ryouma and Izou, there's always a seed of doubt and expectations. Is that man getting closer, or moving further away? There's another crack in the air.]
Wait a moment!
[Normally, he avoid saying that man's name. His name only comes out either during work, or with certain company. That man's name is at the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be spoken out loud. What would he say if the man turn around and speak to him? Would he even act normal?
That man seems to pause during his walk, and slowly turns around.
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Is he here, or an illusion? After meeting Ryouma and Izou, there's always a seed of doubt and expectations. Is that man getting closer, or moving further away? There's another crack in the air.]
Wait a moment!
[Normally, he avoid saying that man's name. His name only comes out either during work, or with certain company. That man's name is at the tip of his tongue, just waiting to be spoken out loud. What would he say if the man turn around and speak to him? Would he even act normal?
That man seems to pause during his walk, and slowly turns around.
Okita Souji.]