Shortly after Issui settles against the wall, they shove another guy in. Kinda short, covered in tattoos. Soaking wet for some reason? Greg probably has some fucked up soggy skeleton kink or something. Poor whoever this is. He decides she's a better bet than the little gaggle of crew cuts and starts shuffling over. Well. They're a bunch of military looking assholes and Issui's a creepy corpse lady, so she really is the better bet for the guy covered in spooky scary skeleton ink. Sure thing.
He's restrained too, but not as much as she is. Doesn't take him as long to shuffle over to her as it did for Issui to get here. Oh wow, he's shorter than she'd guessed. Almost pocket sized. And... steaming? Literally steaming. Either he's got superjacuzzi privileges or some kind of powers.
"Hello." She tilts her head, considering. "The loaf was fine. It was the haircut I objected to." She stops giving him the wide-eyed ghost stare to squint up at her choppy stupid bangs. "You can see why."
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Date: 2017-02-23 03:10 am (UTC)He's restrained too, but not as much as she is. Doesn't take him as long to shuffle over to her as it did for Issui to get here. Oh wow, he's shorter than she'd guessed. Almost pocket sized. And... steaming? Literally steaming. Either he's got superjacuzzi privileges or some kind of powers.
"Hello." She tilts her head, considering. "The loaf was fine. It was the haircut I objected to." She stops giving him the wide-eyed ghost stare to squint up at her choppy stupid bangs. "You can see why."