[ Before leaving the diner, Setsuna opts to wrap up his meal and take it with him. There's no shortage of things to eat here, but wasting perfectly good food still doesn't sit right with him.
"You're the same as ever," Setsuna had said earlier, but was Neil always like this? Burying something dark and miserable beneath a casual veneer?
It's not all that long of a walk to the apartments, but it feels like one. Setsuna can't make small talk to save his life, least of all now.
He opens the door to the apartment he arbitrarily chose as his own. It's on a higher floor, providing a decent vantage point.
It's neither especially small nor large. The furnishings are nondescript. Beyond the handful of clothes he's procured hanging in a closet, there's nothing in here unique to Setsuna; no way to distinguish it from any other apartment in the complex. It hardly looks like anyone even lives here. ]
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[ Before leaving the diner, Setsuna opts to wrap up his meal and take it with him. There's no shortage of things to eat here, but wasting perfectly good food still doesn't sit right with him.
"You're the same as ever," Setsuna had said earlier, but was Neil always like this? Burying something dark and miserable beneath a casual veneer?
It's not all that long of a walk to the apartments, but it feels like one. Setsuna can't make small talk to save his life, least of all now.
He opens the door to the apartment he arbitrarily chose as his own. It's on a higher floor, providing a decent vantage point.
It's neither especially small nor large. The furnishings are nondescript. Beyond the handful of clothes he's procured hanging in a closet, there's nothing in here unique to Setsuna; no way to distinguish it from any other apartment in the complex. It hardly looks like anyone even lives here. ]