S E I J I
A third member stumbles into their party, and Seiji can do little more than stare at her. She seems somewhat less confused than he, though only slightly. He blinks as the two of them converse, aware that he feels slightly nauseous. As if he's been up for far too long. He is roused beyond thoughts of himself by the sound of his name once more, though, and Seiji makes some approximation of a smile. "Okura is my family name," he explains, making a mental note that people here, like those he has met elsewhere, seem to go by the more familiar name themselves. He would prefer not to be the odd man out. "You may both call me Seiji."
With a no in response to Jigano's suggestion, Seiji moves to follow after him. "Thank you," he manages. He knows he ought to say more, but Nairi fills in the silence herself, and he's grateful merely to listen to them speak and concentrate on moving his feet.
A third member stumbles into their party, and Seiji can do little more than stare at her. She seems somewhat less confused than he, though only slightly. He blinks as the two of them converse, aware that he feels slightly nauseous. As if he's been up for far too long. He is roused beyond thoughts of himself by the sound of his name once more, though, and Seiji makes some approximation of a smile. "Okura is my family name," he explains, making a mental note that people here, like those he has met elsewhere, seem to go by the more familiar name themselves. He would prefer not to be the odd man out. "You may both call me Seiji."
With a no in response to Jigano's suggestion, Seiji moves to follow after him. "Thank you," he manages. He knows he ought to say more, but Nairi fills in the silence herself, and he's grateful merely to listen to them speak and concentrate on moving his feet.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
