[ He's been here... Totsuka doesn't remember how long. Sometimes he drifts. A few times he feels like he's ended up somewhere? But the memory's fuzzy already, so maybe he's dreamed it all up.
Either way, he doesn't look like anything's changed. Exactly as he might still look, just as alive if he hadn't been- well.
This must be, Totsuka thinks, what ghosts feel like. There's not much else he can come up with for an explanation of him being here, after all. So he drifts and wanders, watches curiously when there's something to see, feeling for the first time a sense of missing. Missing his home, his friends. His King.
Until there he is.
And before he knows it, he takes off running after that familiar form. ]
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Either way, he doesn't look like anything's changed. Exactly as he might still look, just as alive if he hadn't been- well.
This must be, Totsuka thinks, what ghosts feel like. There's not much else he can come up with for an explanation of him being here, after all. So he drifts and wanders, watches curiously when there's something to see, feeling for the first time a sense of missing. Missing his home, his friends. His King.
Until there he is.
And before he knows it, he takes off running after that familiar form. ]
Eh-... King!