[ shōyō would probably seem happier to have gotten an honorary L(azarus) greeting, with a touch and flare that only Lazarus can provide and truly nothing short of energetic in his own spindly way, but— things have happened, and he needs to know!! terribly!! what those deets are!
he’ll put his shirt back over his knife with a winded expression that could only mean he’s pushing out a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t actually have to use it. but, more importantly, the athlete pushes his weight to his toes in a slight but curious lean: ]
It must’ve been a fast one! [ granted he’s never actually seen a monster up close, yet. luckily. oh, the mess— he sees it. ] What happened?
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he’ll put his shirt back over his knife with a winded expression that could only mean he’s pushing out a sigh of relief that he wouldn’t actually have to use it. but, more importantly, the athlete pushes his weight to his toes in a slight but curious lean: ]
It must’ve been a fast one! [ granted he’s never actually seen a monster up close, yet. luckily. oh, the mess— he sees it. ] What happened?