@Claire
Ishikawa Yuuto
For lack of a better description, Ishikawa felt drunk. An awful headache was drilling into his skull -or whatever it was that made up a spirit's bones- and if he had not had holes in his memory before, he definitely had some now. As the sun was infuriating bright, he sought refuge in the shadows, shuffling from tree to tree on his way back to the room he shared with the alternate version of one of his distant relatives or some ridiculous nonsense like that. Three days of being essentially dissolved into a river had left him in a particular state best summarized as internal chanting of Leave me alooonne. He would never say those words in that tone himself, of course.
At the very least, he had managed to both get out of that forest as well as away from that woman. She was most likely one of those sorts who kept more to the wilderness (good riddance) than the city (truly no lose to be found there). As long as he refrained from setting out so late and so deep into the woods again, Ishikawa expected to never see her again. The island was quite large, after all, and outside of the few classes he taught, Ishikawa kept by himself. Even now, most of the students who were out avoided him.
There was probably a pile of paperwork waiting for him somewhere, from all of the days he had missed. Ishikawa winced a little at the thought.
Ishikawa Yuuto
For lack of a better description, Ishikawa felt drunk. An awful headache was drilling into his skull -or whatever it was that made up a spirit's bones- and if he had not had holes in his memory before, he definitely had some now. As the sun was infuriating bright, he sought refuge in the shadows, shuffling from tree to tree on his way back to the room he shared with the alternate version of one of his distant relatives or some ridiculous nonsense like that. Three days of being essentially dissolved into a river had left him in a particular state best summarized as internal chanting of Leave me alooonne. He would never say those words in that tone himself, of course.
At the very least, he had managed to both get out of that forest as well as away from that woman. She was most likely one of those sorts who kept more to the wilderness (good riddance) than the city (truly no lose to be found there). As long as he refrained from setting out so late and so deep into the woods again, Ishikawa expected to never see her again. The island was quite large, after all, and outside of the few classes he taught, Ishikawa kept by himself. Even now, most of the students who were out avoided him.
There was probably a pile of paperwork waiting for him somewhere, from all of the days he had missed. Ishikawa winced a little at the thought.
