sewoften: (disturbed | that you don't understand)
Shirō Iori ([personal profile] sewoften) wrote in [community profile] etcelsior 2015-03-15 08:53 am (UTC)

/thumbs up

[ Donate seven thousand to a friend as an apology and support for a series of crashing vehicles and fair-time fun, propose to go out to eat the following day. There's a disconnect there that he doesn't so much linger over as cast a sidelong look back over his shoulder at Inumuta for. Then he shrugs, pulling his hands out of his pockets and rolling one wrist in general gesture, nothing that points. (That'd be rude.) ]

Out in the living room.

[ Where he still hopes he'll find his mask. He's not really in a mood to head outside without it, for various reasons that never seem to resolve into anything sensible to anyone but him. Regardless, he's already walking so most his answer comes out while he's going from the short hall back to where he'd passed out last night, over to where he'd draped the uniform he still frowns at when he sees. Talk about time displacement... how had the porter rejoined him with something that didn't actually exist anymore? Mysteries.

Still, in picking up and shaking out his coat, his mask does come tumbling out. Iori catches it and overbalances, sitting with a thwump on the couch. He blinks, head reeling. Eurgh... He works at pulling his mask on before bothering with trying to stand again and shrug into his coat.
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