[ Closing the door behind him, Mikazuki keeps close to it, gaze cutting to the other man and then to the interior of the house. Sparse and rustic, but homey too, touched here and there by Wyver's love for ferocity. He's only silent for the time it takes for his eyes to scan the sunlit room, the closed windows and the fire in the corner keeping the humidity at bay.
He can appreciate blunt. ]
Kidnapped. [ His pride isn't something easily damaged, but there's a sort of weariness to his answer. ] I was beaten and poisoned.
[ Of all things, that admittance is somehow easier. ]
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He can appreciate blunt. ]
Kidnapped. [ His pride isn't something easily damaged, but there's a sort of weariness to his answer. ] I was beaten and poisoned.
[ Of all things, that admittance is somehow easier. ]
Did something happen to you too?
[ Coming all the way here... ]