just_muse_me 15.1.2 {RP with bulletcarnage}

[kandescence]

"If you're going through hell, keep going." - Winston ChurchillKanda awoke to stillness, the near-silent whisper of falling snow. It coated his bare shoulders and his hair, which fell loose and limp and already wet over his cheeks and back

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[kandescence]

After the nonchalance of the initial response and the subsequent silence, Kanda had been about ready to roll his eyes and stalk off to continue his search on his own. He could feel the sun cooking the skin on his shoulders and heating his dark hair till it felt molten against his neck which prickled with sweat despite the dryness of the air. It irritated him and if he had to suffer this heat then he didn't want to waste time simply standing there doing nothing.

When the other spoke again though, Kanda found himself interested. Wait till dusk.... Most people, finding themselves in a mysterious unknown place, would not wait for nightfall before trying to get some answers. Most people's first concern would be making sure they'd found some sort of explanation, or at least shelter, before nightfall. A man who didn't was either a lazy fool with absurdly backwards priorities, or else was someone who knew that they had nothing to fear in the night, no matter how unknown the surroundings were. Someone who was capable and secure enough to know that they could handle themselves against whatever they came up against.

If Kanda had to hazard a guess--he thought of the guns and the ease with which they were worn--it would be that the strange white-haired young man in front of him was the latter, not the former.

Taking a few steps forward into the shade, he moved towards the wall opposite the other and caddy-corner to where he sat, and stood with his back leaning slightly against it, the surface dry and hot against his bare skin. "How long have you been here then? And how did you get here?"