[He knows a little something about the dead coming back to life and walking around, both figuratively and literally. But in his world, the skeleton that came out of his closet was not just a naked bone structure, or even a rotting corpse. It...he, rather, has soft flesh and bedroom eyes. And for all Muraki knew, he was still on board the ship, and not a part of this spectacle.
He tilts his head to one side so that his bangs shift, observing him at an angle.] It would be a shame to wait so long. Perhaps I will have reason to see you much sooner than that. [The disarming flattery doesn't give him as much satisfaction as he hoped. It isn’t you as much as the entire situation leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He was still half-naked and someone made a fool out of him. That wasn't going to exit his mind so quickly.
But he follows you into town, his eyes darting over the various landmarks he had to become familiar with, but doesn’t appear interested in them. The village only inspires a dull sense of hapless irritation inside him, like a boring lecture he couldn’t escape. He was starting to comprehend what you said earlier about Hell.
Then there’s the clothing store. Interestingly enough, his things are there, waiting for him. It takes about eight to ten minutes, but he emerges from the changing room, wearing a white suit and trench coat. He also retrieved his glasses. And he’s a much happier Muraki to be in his own layers again. Covered and decent.
He finds you by the door and looks a little surprised to see you, though he smiles as he remembers the coat he draped and folded over his forearm.] It’s embarrassing to waste your time like this when you’ve already been so kind. Do excuse me for taking so long, Mr. Law. [He extends the aforementioned coat with a sunny smile.] I believe this is yours?
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He tilts his head to one side so that his bangs shift, observing him at an angle.] It would be a shame to wait so long. Perhaps I will have reason to see you much sooner than that. [The disarming flattery doesn't give him as much satisfaction as he hoped. It isn’t you as much as the entire situation leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He was still half-naked and someone made a fool out of him. That wasn't going to exit his mind so quickly.
But he follows you into town, his eyes darting over the various landmarks he had to become familiar with, but doesn’t appear interested in them. The village only inspires a dull sense of hapless irritation inside him, like a boring lecture he couldn’t escape. He was starting to comprehend what you said earlier about Hell.
Then there’s the clothing store. Interestingly enough, his things are there, waiting for him. It takes about eight to ten minutes, but he emerges from the changing room, wearing a white suit and trench coat. He also retrieved his glasses. And he’s a much happier Muraki to be in his own layers again. Covered and decent.
He finds you by the door and looks a little surprised to see you, though he smiles as he remembers the coat he draped and folded over his forearm.] It’s embarrassing to waste your time like this when you’ve already been so kind. Do excuse me for taking so long, Mr. Law. [He extends the aforementioned coat with a sunny smile.] I believe this is yours?