[ Nirei has made many mistakes in life and today is no different. The first one was wearing a flimsy hoodie and a threadbare sweater because 1, he runs hot and 2, he figured he'd be home early. The latest one is not recognizing Endo's voice right away because of the howling wind. So he steps in anyway despite the threatening tone, shuts the door to keep the cold from creeping inside even further, and politely greets who he thinks is just a defensive stranger in a bad town. ]
Sorry! I just want to wait out the storm. I promise to stay out of your way so please just... [ When his eyes finally adjust to the sparse light coming in from the dirty windows, his voice trails off into a squeaky little whimper. ] ...ignore...me...
[ His eyes dart around the decrepit bar then snap back to Endo. Then he blinks. Once, twice. When his worst nightmare doesn't disappear, when it finally hits him that this isn't some delirious hallucination brought on by hypothermia, a small part of him actually considers going back outside and letting the snow take him. The logical part doesn't even need to point out that's a bad idea because his legs aren't working no matter how much he wants to run. He can't even take a step back to press against the door. ]
I, um...I...oh no...
[ Unlike Endo, Nirei is far too used to things not going his way. So used to it, in fact, that he very rarely feels annoyed or devastated when things go wrong. Scared, yes, but he's used to that too and can push through it half the time. Like when his train was delayed and he made it to the town later than he meant to, when the shop he wanted to check out was closed because of the weather forecast, even when it started snowing and he got lost, he took it all in stride and forced himself to focus on getting from point A to point B. Sure, his phone didn't have any signal and the one place for shelter he found looked haunted, but he kept telling himself that soon this would all just be a bad memory and a morbidly funny story to tell his friends when he gets home.
Now he's wondering if he was evil in a past life or if his ancestors pissed off a god. Because what are the odds here? ]
...h-hello. [ Unsure of what else to say or do, he awkwardly takes his hand out of his hoodie's pocket and holds out the disposable handwarmer he's using. It's the cheap kind that's a bit less warm than body temperature and only lasts about an hour or so, but he figures it's better than nothing. ] Handwarmer? This brand's kinda bad, but it's...it's uh, it's all I got...sorry...
[ He tries not to cringe at how pathetic he sounds, at the fact that Endo just standing there is making him shake harder than the freezing cold. ]
Nirei: fuck my stupid baka life
Sorry! I just want to wait out the storm. I promise to stay out of your way so please just... [ When his eyes finally adjust to the sparse light coming in from the dirty windows, his voice trails off into a squeaky little whimper. ] ...ignore...me...
[ His eyes dart around the decrepit bar then snap back to Endo. Then he blinks. Once, twice. When his worst nightmare doesn't disappear, when it finally hits him that this isn't some delirious hallucination brought on by hypothermia, a small part of him actually considers going back outside and letting the snow take him. The logical part doesn't even need to point out that's a bad idea because his legs aren't working no matter how much he wants to run. He can't even take a step back to press against the door. ]
I, um...I...oh no...
[ Unlike Endo, Nirei is far too used to things not going his way. So used to it, in fact, that he very rarely feels annoyed or devastated when things go wrong. Scared, yes, but he's used to that too and can push through it half the time. Like when his train was delayed and he made it to the town later than he meant to, when the shop he wanted to check out was closed because of the weather forecast, even when it started snowing and he got lost, he took it all in stride and forced himself to focus on getting from point A to point B. Sure, his phone didn't have any signal and the one place for shelter he found looked haunted, but he kept telling himself that soon this would all just be a bad memory and a morbidly funny story to tell his friends when he gets home.
Now he's wondering if he was evil in a past life or if his ancestors pissed off a god. Because what are the odds here? ]
...h-hello. [ Unsure of what else to say or do, he awkwardly takes his hand out of his hoodie's pocket and holds out the disposable handwarmer he's using. It's the cheap kind that's a bit less warm than body temperature and only lasts about an hour or so, but he figures it's better than nothing. ] Handwarmer? This brand's kinda bad, but it's...it's uh, it's all I got...sorry...
[ He tries not to cringe at how pathetic he sounds, at the fact that Endo just standing there is making him shake harder than the freezing cold. ]