Yue made a not-terribly-subtle attempt to read the page when he had the chance, but decided that either the man was writing in a language with which he wasn't familiar, or it really was an attempt at art. Either way, not terribly interesting, though even a lackluster attempt at conversation would be better than staring at the wall for--
No, wait. That wasn't right, not at all. He didn't mind staring at the wall in silence rather than deal with.... Yue sighed inwardly, eyes closing for a moment in reflection of his annoyance when he realized just where the thought had come from. Yukito. He glanced at the man again, with a slight, not entirely intentional, edge to his voice as he spoke.
"And how long has it been since you woke up here?" It couldn't have been too long, else Yue was certain he would've noticed him before. Crippled his abilities might be here, he still remembered an aura once he'd sensed it. Or so he was quite certain; it was true at home, and he hadn't had much opportunity to test that particular limitation here.
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No, wait. That wasn't right, not at all. He didn't mind staring at the wall in silence rather than deal with.... Yue sighed inwardly, eyes closing for a moment in reflection of his annoyance when he realized just where the thought had come from. Yukito. He glanced at the man again, with a slight, not entirely intentional, edge to his voice as he spoke.
"And how long has it been since you woke up here?" It couldn't have been too long, else Yue was certain he would've noticed him before. Crippled his abilities might be here, he still remembered an aura once he'd sensed it. Or so he was quite certain; it was true at home, and he hadn't had much opportunity to test that particular limitation here.