There was a certain deliberateness in the way that Kenren ate his meal, a focus in him that wasn't usually there, or that was at least usually very well hidden. He'd relaxed a bit after listening to some of the music that blondie had shown him. It was good stuff, vibrant and alive and with a glorious beat that he could appreciate and maybe in a different life he would have played in one of those bands or at least been a devotee of them. Maybe he would, in another few hundred lifetimes. Assuming the world survived for that long of course. But ah, the future was unpredictable.
It all just made him feel his desire to escape and tear this place apart and get back what was his that much stronger.
He set his cutlery aside with a soft click and fished the gun out from under his mattress, before turning to change into his uniform, black leather slick against his skin, making him feel much more like himself. Gun in the waistband and he was ready. A quick jaunt first, to go and meet Okita and Homura at Adel's room.
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It all just made him feel his desire to escape and tear this place apart and get back what was his that much stronger.
He set his cutlery aside with a soft click and fished the gun out from under his mattress, before turning to change into his uniform, black leather slick against his skin, making him feel much more like himself. Gun in the waistband and he was ready. A quick jaunt first, to go and meet Okita and Homura at Adel's room.
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