Destiny...Fate...
It's all Meaningless...
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As he walked beside the boy it would be quite an awkward sight from any other angle. As the boy spoke he would Kenji would listen then respond with some small hand gesture or movement. It seemed somehow this boy was able to understand him for the most part. It was as if his thrown together signals formed into a sort of language for him. Though there were a few slip ups, and other things that he simply left to the silence, for the most part it was a smooth conversation between the boy and the silent Kenji.
As they reached the room they came to a halt. He was right there wasn't too terribly much to this wing, but it was cozy enough and not hard to get to once you knew the routes. He told him of his team, a different one. Kind of a shame. Emil was nice and the first person Kenji had come across. He stepped in front of Emil and looked at the door. This was it right? His place to live, his team, his future...at least as long as they were useful. He looked down to the bracelet on his wrist. The chain was entirely dormant now. Nothing new, nothing had changed, he supposed that could only mean this was just...where he was supposed to be.
As Emil asked him the question he turned to him. His red eyed gaze falling upon the boy. He once more bowed, more subtly just enough to show his gratitude for the time that he took going out of his way to show Kenji to his place. To his last comment he wanted to find some accurate way to respond. He was kind of at a loss at how too, but he tried to give it his best. He pointed to Emil then to himself before raising his hand to his chest and clenching his fist. His intention was to say something along the elegant lines of 'for your sacrifice today I am indebted to you. I appreciate it vastly and would like to thank you. If you would like I will train with you in the future.' At least that was what he wanted to say. In reality his message could have been just as easily lost, but he hoped that if anyone could get it, it would be the person before him.
As he finished this he silently turned and placed his hand on the doorknob before looking at his sleeveless arm. He realized that introducing himself covered in scars probably wouldn't be the best way to go about things. He dropped his bag and before swinging his coat around his shoulders throwing his arms through the sleeves. He shrugged his shoulders adjusting the faux fur onto the back of his neck before once more reaching for the knob. In a sign of further delay, his nervousness not wanting him to enter he looked once more to Emil and flashed a thumbs up on a stern face as if to say that he was 'Going in!' like this indeed was a battle.
He turned the knob and walked into the room, the colors momentarily blinding him before allowing the room to come into focus. There were already people inside of it...judging by the voices, all of the people. He looked around there were voices in the kitchen that he could not see. His red eyes searched the room before him with a stoic look on his face. There was no one there, they were all in the kitchen seemingly preparing something. He tried to close the door as stealthily as possible trying not to draw attention to himself. However just as it entered the frame it creaked as any door would before making a distinct sound when closing. A visible chill ran up his spine at the thought of being noticed at the sound before he turned around holding his duffle bag on his shoulder. He contemplated walking into the kitchen, but he couldn't think of how to face people, especially that many at once so instead he simply tried his best to slip past the kitchen without notice and find a place in this expansive room to steal away in silence.
Weapon: T.A.S
Communicating with:
Profile Link: Kenji
I exist only to kill...
...To kill her...
