[He nods as he steps in-- the room is less cramped than his own (It makes sense to him for the volunteers to get the luxuries), but he can't help but still feel a bit stifled-- and it shows in his posture. From the natural slouch of his back, the way his shoulders rise, hands stuffed neatly in the pockets of his worn coat... he's not particularly comfortable just showing up in his warden's room.]
[Which perhaps makes it a bit stranger that he came at all.]
Like I said, there ain't much else to do. [And rather than the bed or the chair, he settles at the end of the desk, half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of it. As before, his eyes move over Otonashi, curiosity driving him more than anything. He knows the guy's motive-- his wish, and some thickheaded ideal to 'save' someone-- but now there's the question of his methods.]
Awwww yeahhhhhh~~
[Which perhaps makes it a bit stranger that he came at all.]
Like I said, there ain't much else to do. [And rather than the bed or the chair, he settles at the end of the desk, half-sitting, half-leaning on the edge of it. As before, his eyes move over Otonashi, curiosity driving him more than anything. He knows the guy's motive-- his wish, and some thickheaded ideal to 'save' someone-- but now there's the question of his methods.]
So what's up?