[He knew that kind of groan-- it was frustration, disorientation, and being handed yet another puzzle on top of a mountain of unknowns.
Waver Velvet, long hair tangled and clothes wrinkled from sleep and the haze of whiskey still hanging on the edges of his awareness, searched his pockets for at least a hair tie or something to help him have a semblance of order. All he had was his pen knife, a lighter, and a crumple, half empty pack of cigarettes.
It was better than nothing.]
If that's your friend's car, maybe you should find it.
[He said, breaking the silence as he recognized the sound of a Japanese name. Goodness knew that he had enough students from there, and had briefly resided in one of the small suburbs around the capital.]
With a keychain like that, I'd imagine it's in better shape than most of the other ones here.
Tiny Detective, meet Depressed Detective. 01.
Waver Velvet, long hair tangled and clothes wrinkled from sleep and the haze of whiskey still hanging on the edges of his awareness, searched his pockets for at least a hair tie or something to help him have a semblance of order. All he had was his pen knife, a lighter, and a crumple, half empty pack of cigarettes.
It was better than nothing.]
If that's your friend's car, maybe you should find it.
[He said, breaking the silence as he recognized the sound of a Japanese name. Goodness knew that he had enough students from there, and had briefly resided in one of the small suburbs around the capital.]
With a keychain like that, I'd imagine it's in better shape than most of the other ones here.