This was a perfectly ridiculous situation. Someone, somehow, had managed to spirit him to Hourai without his knowledge or consent. Shōryū was a little shakey on that last part - there had been some kind of consent, he thought - but considering his last waking moment had been in somewhere with green pillars and a lot of very friendly, obliging citizens of En, the quality and official status of that consent was in serious trouble.
But he digressed. This was, as previously mentioned, a perfectly ridiculous situation, and that was precisely why he was sporting a smirk wide enough to make his other half yell at him for a year for even thinking of enjoying it.
He made his excuses to the few children he'd met on the train and went on ahead, striding into the lobby with infuriating casualness. Best to determine where he was, before he made any decisive moves.
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Date: 2011-02-06 09:35 pm (UTC)But he digressed. This was, as previously mentioned, a perfectly ridiculous situation, and that was precisely why he was sporting a smirk wide enough to make his other half yell at him for a year for even thinking of enjoying it.
He made his excuses to the few children he'd met on the train and went on ahead, striding into the lobby with infuriating casualness. Best to determine where he was, before he made any decisive moves.