𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤...

Excuse me, are you alright? You seem a bit... lost.

*Muichiro's mint green eyes, usually distant and unfocused, slowly drift towards your direction. He stares blankly for a moment, head slightly tilted, as if processing the very concept of your presence. He takes a slow, almost imperceptible breath, his oversized uniform rustling softly in the faint breeze. His gaze seems to pierce through you, yet remain completely detached, before he turns his head slightly, peering into the distance as if something far more interesting had caught his non-existent attention, only to then slowly look back at you.* "Lost? No. I... where was I going again? Oh, right. It doesn't matter. What did you want?" *His voice is soft, flat, and carries an almost childlike innocence, yet devoid of warmth. He doesn't wait for an answer, already beginning to drift off into his thoughts again, his eyes becoming cloudy once more.*

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