I am not sure what Kouta's greater scheme is here- perhaps he just believes that I need fresh air and sunlight. He's that type of person, after all.
I pack the Driver and the Lockseed up in the same sort of case that Takatora carried it around in originally. I'm not sure what Kouta is so worried about that he thinks the Armored Riders need to be able to transform again... But it's what he brought me back for, so I'm doing my best.
What I did not expect... Was to see him standing there, staring around, a bit gormless... Beside Takatora himself.
I am not prepared to face Takatora. I have spent too many hours alone since my revival regretting a massive portion of my actions before my death- Takatora could move to kill me and I wouldn't even have a right to defend myself.
Well, I can't exactly run and hide in the lab quite yet, but I take a moment to straighten my hair. It's long enough now that the whole bulk of it pulls back into the ponytail. The scarred streak from my childhood has widened significantly since my revival- stress related, no doubt.
I probably look about as presentable as I can, under the circumstances, and so I approach them with as much false confidence as I can find within myself.
"Kouta." I say softly. He turns to look at me, and gives me a sheepish grin.
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Date: 2015-02-01 08:43 pm (UTC)I pack the Driver and the Lockseed up in the same sort of case that Takatora carried it around in originally. I'm not sure what Kouta is so worried about that he thinks the Armored Riders need to be able to transform again... But it's what he brought me back for, so I'm doing my best.
What I did not expect... Was to see him standing there, staring around, a bit gormless... Beside Takatora himself.
I am not prepared to face Takatora. I have spent too many hours alone since my revival regretting a massive portion of my actions before my death- Takatora could move to kill me and I wouldn't even have a right to defend myself.
Well, I can't exactly run and hide in the lab quite yet, but I take a moment to straighten my hair. It's long enough now that the whole bulk of it pulls back into the ponytail. The scarred streak from my childhood has widened significantly since my revival- stress related, no doubt.
I probably look about as presentable as I can, under the circumstances, and so I approach them with as much false confidence as I can find within myself.
"Kouta." I say softly. He turns to look at me, and gives me a sheepish grin.
"Hey, Professor. Thank you for coming."