[Sitting on one of the other bunks occupying cabin 11 is someone who may or may not be familiar to Fuuka: a pale teenager with most of his orange shirt obscured by his bright yellow scarf. Ryoji is back, looking about as alive as ever... aside from those big, shadowy wings sprouting from his back. Yeah... just please try not to ask about them? He was just convinced to let himself out of the bathroom stall he hid out in all night.]
So Fuuka-chan's here too. Almost the whole group is together again... Good to see you.
[He's kind of hoping that she remembers, and kind of hoping she doesn't. It may be easier to wave off these wings if she doesn't.]
I hope it's all right if I action?
So Fuuka-chan's here too. Almost the whole group is together again... Good to see you.
[He's kind of hoping that she remembers, and kind of hoping she doesn't. It may be easier to wave off these wings if she doesn't.]