[ This? This sucks. There are essentially no words for how much this sucks, in the opinion of one Kazuya Miyuki. He's still holding up the polearm he'd literally tripped over earlier as he creeps between trees, trying not to attract any more monster (or NPC) attention than he sadly already has.
Someone should tell him the blood stains on his vest are a little distressing.
He turns a corner, looking around, and that - that's when he spots a really stupid, really familiar head of hair. Even in this lighting, he knows those spikes anywhere. ]
Kura-- [ Okay, no, he has to turn it down, running from monsters is not a good hey hello how are you. He lowers his voice, hurrying over. ] Kuramochi?
[ CERES had been pretty clear about the state of things, enough he'd found it a little hard to swallow. The idea he might not be by himself sits like a stone in his throat. ]
extends leg for phase ii
Someone should tell him the blood stains on his vest are a little distressing.
He turns a corner, looking around, and that - that's when he spots a really stupid, really familiar head of hair. Even in this lighting, he knows those spikes anywhere. ]
Kura-- [ Okay, no, he has to turn it down, running from monsters is not a good hey hello how are you. He lowers his voice, hurrying over. ] Kuramochi?
[ CERES had been pretty clear about the state of things, enough he'd found it a little hard to swallow. The idea he might not be by himself sits like a stone in his throat. ]