[You know, he's only in here to get a spare futon for his, Kashuu's and Yamato's room, in case either of them thinks sharing beds is too crowded some nights. He actually leans right past Pitch at first, wrestling with the unwieldy roll, his clearly emaciated body not making it entirely easy on him.
And then... ah. Ahem. A really tall, not entirely human-looking guy is standing around in the closet? Okay then. Somehow, this isn't nearly as surprising as it should be.
Of course, Souji does jerk back away from him, the startled breath he expels immediately starting a minor coughing fit, and he waves a hand feebly at the surprise wardrobe lurker as if to say he'll soon be done. Sure enough, he is wiping the blood away from his lips with a handkerchief only a moment later, smiling bleakly and apologetically.]
Ah, sorry. You startled me a bit. [A short bow follows. His voice is still a bit shaky and harsh.] I'm guessing you're one of Haru-kun's friends? I see no sword on you, so...
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And then... ah. Ahem. A really tall, not entirely human-looking guy is standing around in the closet? Okay then. Somehow, this isn't nearly as surprising as it should be.
Of course, Souji does jerk back away from him, the startled breath he expels immediately starting a minor coughing fit, and he waves a hand feebly at the surprise wardrobe lurker as if to say he'll soon be done. Sure enough, he is wiping the blood away from his lips with a handkerchief only a moment later, smiling bleakly and apologetically.]
Ah, sorry. You startled me a bit. [A short bow follows. His voice is still a bit shaky and harsh.] I'm guessing you're one of Haru-kun's friends? I see no sword on you, so...