Maruki blinked, utterly frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. His eyebrows furrowed, some of the tension still clinging to his posture, before Yang mercifully took pity on him.
"A...a convoy?"
He repeated the word like it was foreign, like his brain had temporarily lost the ability to process basic concepts. His gaze flickered to the floor, the faintly pulsing summoning circle, then back up to the weirdly casual woman standing before him.
And—oh.
Wolf ears.
Metal arm.
His brain did another half-second short circuit.
Meanwhile, in comparison, Maruki looked about as normal as a man could possibly be in this situation. White ribbed sweater over a dark blue dress shirt, light brown jacket, dark jeans, regular shoes with laces. An entirely boring and civilian existence.
Except for the whole summoning eldritch horrors on command thing, but that was beside the point.
Yang’s introduction made him heave a sigh of relief. “It really seems that way. And that’s saying a lot considering the world I just left wasn’t exactly... normal either. It's just been one thing over another.”
A pause. Then, suddenly, his own words caught up with him and his entire train of thought derailed spectacularly.
“Wait—hold on, if this is a convoy—does that mean—am I being... kidnapped?!"
Was this how it happened?! Did his terrible luck with scams and handing out money to otherwise sketchy people who said they forgot to get the money for a train ticket finally catch up to him in the worst way possible?!
hiii yang :3
Oh, she didn’t even deny the cult thing at first.
Maruki blinked, utterly frozen, like a deer caught in headlights. His eyebrows furrowed, some of the tension still clinging to his posture, before Yang mercifully took pity on him.
"A...a convoy?"
He repeated the word like it was foreign, like his brain had temporarily lost the ability to process basic concepts. His gaze flickered to the floor, the faintly pulsing summoning circle, then back up to the weirdly casual woman standing before him.
And—oh.
Wolf ears.
Metal arm.
His brain did another half-second short circuit.
Meanwhile, in comparison, Maruki looked about as normal as a man could possibly be in this situation. White ribbed sweater over a dark blue dress shirt, light brown jacket, dark jeans, regular shoes with laces. An entirely boring and civilian existence.
Except for the whole summoning eldritch horrors on command thing, but that was beside the point.
Yang’s introduction made him heave a sigh of relief. “It really seems that way. And that’s saying a lot considering the world I just left wasn’t exactly... normal either. It's just been one thing over another.”
A pause. Then, suddenly, his own words caught up with him and his entire train of thought derailed spectacularly.
“Wait—hold on, if this is a convoy—does that mean—am I being... kidnapped?!"
Was this how it happened?! Did his terrible luck with scams and handing out money to otherwise sketchy people who said they forgot to get the money for a train ticket finally catch up to him in the worst way possible?!