8th soul ; action ; Spirit Albarn
(Spirit
Has
No
Idea
Where
He
Is
Going.
No, that's a lie; he wants to go to Stein's room, but the lack of eyes certainly makes the task difficult. At least he didn't have to guess what the experiment is this week. The lack of sockets disturbed Spirit when he ran his hand over his face, prompting him to wrap his tie around where his eyes should be.
The whole morning he was stumbling around his room, stubbing his toes and hips and shins and fingers and elbows as he memorized his room through his fingers. Then, he made sure to make his way around the shared suite's main room and the bathroom. And as fascinating as it was to realize how his other senses have sharpened, Spirit really wants his eyes back. Please.
His faciliberry was a lost cause; he gave up his search for the damn device when he kept hitting his head against the bed frame and desk. And so here he is, making his way down the steps to the first floor.
Or was. His foot landed on air and with a yelp, Spirit tumbled down the rest of the flight.
He really, really wants his eyes back.)