A familiar face, indeed. He had believed her to have vanished off the face of the islands, an unfortunate thought considering she had been one of the more tolerable students on the island. Such a belief did not stem from her silence, but her intelligence proven once upon a trial. It would be a lie to claim that her whereabouts do not cross his mind once in a blue moon.
Slender figure bends in order to more clearly read her mode of communication. “It has been quite awhile, has it not? Have you been ill? Although you are not a competitor for the title of "sociable student”, your absence has been noticed.“ By him, anyways. Standing straight, he is patient. Patient with the young mute woman.
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Oddly enough, she thinks back to her absence and cannot remember more than sleeping away days for how long? time is barren in this period, this girl thinks longer than needed, that much is clear. And where she had been for that, it would be…? She really doesn’t know. What is certain is that she has been slipping into short periods of hibernation with bouts of hazy consciousness in between. If she takes the factor of sickness into account…
Pause, if evident in presentation, will be present before she begins her reply.
[ yeah, it has. it’s nice to see you again. about being gone…uhm, i think i was sleeping- not sure where exactly- just sleeping? i don’t think i was sick, but i might be wrong- actually, being sick seems pretty possible. ] she pens, words being crossed and scribbled out along the way as she contemplates in casual syntax.
“A heavier loss than one would accredit it for.” He had wondered why the clamor was not at its peak, why nary a soul considered his importance in school trials over anything else. Something to consider, Reiji thought to himself. Would that mean that he would need to pull more weight in the future? Most definitely. Among the useful students under academic pressure were Klavier, Atobe, and of course himself.
Another question illustrated on notebook paper; an introduction and a request for his own name. She would not be able to say it outfight, however, he wondered if she would spell it appropriately if this were her means of communication. “Excuse me, then." Her pen liberated from her fingers, he bent over to etch his own name beneath her query. [ Sakamaki Reiji ] written beneath her introduction, the pen has been returned and with an aggrivated groan (backaches had gone for the most part but the occasional surge of discomfort still presented itself often) he straightens himself out. "It would serve you well to remember it.”
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The next words…perhaps if paired with the tone so clearly envisioned within mind, it would be a matter of vague threat. Whether or not it could be acquitted to meaning of actions portrayed, was a matter of dispute.
But, then again, she shouldn’t be jumping to such odd conclusions.
Next words, even on parchment, is certainly not laced with the whispers of animosity. She had held herself backwards from the notion, as logic had set in and eyes had caught the discomfort characteristic of back pains from sideways of herself. Though, one could admit by a certain leaning away that body language had, in fact, betrayed her.
"I will, then.“
However, opposite to truth, concern had seemed to filter through.
"Are you okay? Did you hurt your back, or something?”
If he had known, then gladly would he offer up his penmanship in exchange for spoken word. If it would equate to her more clear understanding of his statements, then it can be done. For the time being, the vampire proves himself ignorant of her condition.
“Not personally, no. He is an asset in most of our trials, however. Hmm..” Reiji’s response, as per usual, to the young girl’s writing. Difficult? Not for him. Not for a supernatural being with very few personal ties with the student body.
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A pause.
"It’s a loss, then.“
Amount of grim expression reveals itself to face, and she does not bother to vanquish it. Rather, she ventures upon the nuance of social conventions that were to be upheld; at least in her opinion. Penpoint is placed upon paper again, writing a question she hopes to be answered.
With cautious regard to her words, Reiji scanned through the woman’s handwriting. Did she fear? Or was she merely curious. Thoughtful, he weighed all possibilities in mind until ultimately (and unfortunately) he speaks.
“Countless. The students are nothing but barbarians. Our latest victim… Mr. Klavier Gavin.”
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As luck would have it, however, lip- reading was not an ability lost to her. The words from vocals are deciphered easily through the patterns in movements the the lips, and reply is penned into fragile paper; surely imprinting the page behind it.
“I see.”
“Did you know him?”
Always so straightforward and difficult with the questions; for today at least, it would seem.
