Clothing? Check. Dark glasses to hide the glow of their eyes? Check. Spare snacks? Check. Rot arranged in the most intricate of designs from black fingers up to collarbones? Check. New wife? Check!
Hands on Junko's hips, the tension in his fingers betraying the nerves that weren't apparent in dark features, Seiji crammed his neck to peer down the alley they'd arrived in, watching the humans bustling by unaware of their presence. He wasn't scared, per say, but he'd had enough encounters with humans trying to kill him and the people he cared about to be wary. Those humans had been hunters, but still...
"So, we can walk around here, as is, and just...bend?" He still sounded doubtful, but that hadn't changed since she'd suggested this place for a good place for him to get his time in for a passport. He did trust her, of course, it was just that, well, he didn't exactly look terribly human.
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