S E I J I
Seiji isn't certain he ought to be comfortable with the way she looks at him, but he betrays no hint of his uncertainty in his demeanor. Smiling is easy. Keeping his immediate feelings secured away — easy. It comes back to him slowly, the way he ought to behave. Like settling into the right note after hitting a sharp. Maybe he can learn something from this woman. This Kiada. How strange her name sounds even in his mind! A foreign cadence for the foreign brilliance of her eyes.
He sips at his drink again as she talks. He doesn't think he was ever much for drinking, really, but it's nice to have something in his mouth. Something catches his attention, though, in the middle of her little speech, and his eyes go wide. Brows raised, he sets the glass down with a clank! and tilts his head at her. "Through worlds?" is that a euphamism of some kind? So incredulous is he that Seiji fails to answer her question.
Seiji isn't certain he ought to be comfortable with the way she looks at him, but he betrays no hint of his uncertainty in his demeanor. Smiling is easy. Keeping his immediate feelings secured away — easy. It comes back to him slowly, the way he ought to behave. Like settling into the right note after hitting a sharp. Maybe he can learn something from this woman. This Kiada. How strange her name sounds even in his mind! A foreign cadence for the foreign brilliance of her eyes.
He sips at his drink again as she talks. He doesn't think he was ever much for drinking, really, but it's nice to have something in his mouth. Something catches his attention, though, in the middle of her little speech, and his eyes go wide. Brows raised, he sets the glass down with a clank! and tilts his head at her. "Through worlds?" is that a euphamism of some kind? So incredulous is he that Seiji fails to answer her question.
The rain is full
of ghosts tonight
of ghosts tonight
