[ Sometime after the chapel catches fire and the library is invaded by arsonists on a mission, Natsuno leaves. Between the blood puddle after trial and the clanging of bells from one member of the arsonist gang, he's in a mood. The trees outside aren't the best place to hang being poison oak and all, but with long sleeves and pants, he can deal with it for a while if he's careful.
And it's a nice perch to watch the chapel burn from, so. The view is pretty nostalgic and almost comforting if he doesn't let his mind wander too much to one certain person in particular—forgetting him hasn't gotten any easier. That's his frame of mind when he spots Anon on the ground and offers a half-hearted wave: instinct mostly, and memories of something and someone long dead. ]
Hey.
[ In the reflection of the night, his eyes are vibrant red. ]
Week 1 Post Trial
And it's a nice perch to watch the chapel burn from, so. The view is pretty nostalgic and almost comforting if he doesn't let his mind wander too much to one certain person in particular—forgetting him hasn't gotten any easier. That's his frame of mind when he spots Anon on the ground and offers a half-hearted wave: instinct mostly, and memories of something and someone long dead. ]
Hey.
[ In the reflection of the night, his eyes are vibrant red. ]