Something he should know. That's not comforting to hear. This whole thing was really messing with them, then. His expression sort of shifts to an uneasy one (if it wasn't uneasy enough to begin with) and he nods.
"...A lucky number... I suppose."
Lucky, sure. 八, like growing prosperous... But somehow it just feels taunting. All of these strange and unnerving things happening, but at the end of the day, at least his number is lucky?
It just doesn't sit well with him.
And then the door opens, and he finds himself gripping his sword tighter... for nothing. Passenger quarters. So rooms, all over, and they're numbered as well. He steps out hesitantly, regardless.
oh I should clarify these things. west coast!
"...A lucky number... I suppose."
Lucky, sure. 八, like growing prosperous... But somehow it just feels taunting. All of these strange and unnerving things happening, but at the end of the day, at least his number is lucky?
It just doesn't sit well with him.
And then the door opens, and he finds himself gripping his sword tighter... for nothing. Passenger quarters. So rooms, all over, and they're numbered as well. He steps out hesitantly, regardless.