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[choseanidiot]

As of yet, he had avoided being owned; he wanted no part in the violence, even less this frivolous sort. There may be no injuries, there may be no blood, but the pain was real enough and who did something like that? How sick could you be?

Enki gave the receptionists an angry glare as he stormed into the lobby. He wasn't sure why he was here, exactly. Some would maybe have said it was because it was one of the places unrestricted to the 'discards', but what did he care? The forests were free to walk through, for example. He didn't really mind the discard position; there was more than enough to eat, and most of thse desserts he neither cared for, nor could have, anyway. And his weapon, he knew, weren't very strong. That his weapon actually looked like a weapon made his insides curl up on themselves; he'd have been much happier with something that did not look like an actual weapon.

Standing some way past the now-closed doors behind him, Enki scowled and scratched his neck. Why had he wandered into here, anyway? There was something... If he had been home, he'd have said it felt like when he was getting closer to the king after having been in Hourai for a few days, but that couldn't be it, because the king wasn't here. Couldn't be here. He'd even take Shōryū's precense! Anything! And he really wished that strange, faint elated sensation would go away.

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[goodtobetheking]

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.