[ Kuroh smiles and takes the hand when it's offered--though there's that sinking feeling again, when his introduction doesn't fall on deaf ears for once.
But he keeps up the smile and the handshake...and then as Totsuka continues speaking, everything he experienced in the last few days before being brought here all comes rushing back. Third King. Red. Suoh Mikoto. Totsuka Tatara.
His gaze, now blank, drifts over to the camera. Lovely evening, isn't it?
He did recognize this man's voice, and not because they've met before. How many times had he and Shiro studied that recording looking for any hint they could find? Of course. Of course.
He lets his hand drop, and openly stares. He's heard of how death works here; but now the evidence, for the first time, is standing right before him. ]
Totsuka...Tatara? [ Some small part of him knows he's acting strangely. But there might be some chance that he misheard. ]
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But he keeps up the smile and the handshake...and then as Totsuka continues speaking, everything he experienced in the last few days before being brought here all comes rushing back. Third King. Red. Suoh Mikoto. Totsuka Tatara.
His gaze, now blank, drifts over to the camera. Lovely evening, isn't it?
He did recognize this man's voice, and not because they've met before. How many times had he and Shiro studied that recording looking for any hint they could find? Of course. Of course.
He lets his hand drop, and openly stares. He's heard of how death works here; but now the evidence, for the first time, is standing right before him. ]
Totsuka...Tatara? [ Some small part of him knows he's acting strangely. But there might be some chance that he misheard. ]