For the first time, Seiji feels uncertain about attending a gathering in Caido. Pity he has already seen the notice. His interest is piqued - other musicians! So he spends some time thinking about it, considering that last line on the notice with quiet unrest. Perhaps 'upright morals' are something different in Caido? But then what, exactly…?
In the end, he goes. He approaches the house with the flowers dressed in his best, which is really just the outfit he arrived in Caido wearing, clean now and mended as best Seiji is able. He has removed the silver pin from its customary place in his pocket and placed it on his lapel. Has combed his hair and cleaned his leather shoes. He is a shadow of the person he once was, more slender than ever before, faint hollows beneath his dark eyes. But he arrives cheerful, even if he is a little weary. Cheerful and curious, blinking at those already assembled.
He does not know them. Some he has perhaps seen in the Sanctuary, but he may only be remembering strangers with similar faces. Regardless, Seiji nods, happy to extend a hand to anyone who appears interested. He makes his way toward the man who seems to be in charge, ignorant of Bastien's past and reputation. "Seiji," he introduces himself, his smile genuine. "I was a musician… I have not met any others here." He looks curiously around the room.
In the end, he goes. He approaches the house with the flowers dressed in his best, which is really just the outfit he arrived in Caido wearing, clean now and mended as best Seiji is able. He has removed the silver pin from its customary place in his pocket and placed it on his lapel. Has combed his hair and cleaned his leather shoes. He is a shadow of the person he once was, more slender than ever before, faint hollows beneath his dark eyes. But he arrives cheerful, even if he is a little weary. Cheerful and curious, blinking at those already assembled.
He does not know them. Some he has perhaps seen in the Sanctuary, but he may only be remembering strangers with similar faces. Regardless, Seiji nods, happy to extend a hand to anyone who appears interested. He makes his way toward the man who seems to be in charge, ignorant of Bastien's past and reputation. "Seiji," he introduces himself, his smile genuine. "I was a musician… I have not met any others here." He looks curiously around the room.
