[Honestly, it might be legit that it's a scary prospect, considering who his roommate is. While he doesn't have his original powers, anymore, he could still be considered a force to be reckoned with. There's also the matter of the last time this guy lived with another person...
Since, well...it's kind of been over four hundred years...
Without his original senses, he's a little on...edge. He's used to knowing people are approaching well before the fact. Seriously, he...hates feeling so weak. The Job Classes aren't helpful, in the slightest, in comparison to what he used to be able to do.
So, when he hears that voice, the redhead is moving into the living area. The second crimson eyes land on the person, they narrow. His body language might not be what a person would consider particularly welcoming, at the moment.]
...Guessing you'll be living here, too.
[The Scholar's voice is quiet, yet holds a stern sound within it. It's not necessarily intentional. This is how he talked to the others within the village he'd been acting as leader of, just before waking in this place.
He doesn't think anything of the guy's appearance. If the stranger were to look closely, he'd see that his features are quite that of a human: faintly pointed ears, sharper-than-average canines, and an array of small, crimson-colored swirls on his arms.
The hair is...interesting, though, and Kurakai's eyes linger on it for a moment.]
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Since, well...it's kind of been over four hundred years...
Without his original senses, he's a little on...edge. He's used to knowing people are approaching well before the fact. Seriously, he...hates feeling so weak. The Job Classes aren't helpful, in the slightest, in comparison to what he used to be able to do.
So, when he hears that voice, the redhead is moving into the living area. The second crimson eyes land on the person, they narrow. His body language might not be what a person would consider particularly welcoming, at the moment.]
...Guessing you'll be living here, too.
[The Scholar's voice is quiet, yet holds a stern sound within it. It's not necessarily intentional. This is how he talked to the others within the village he'd been acting as leader of, just before waking in this place.
He doesn't think anything of the guy's appearance. If the stranger were to look closely, he'd see that his features are quite that of a human: faintly pointed ears, sharper-than-average canines, and an array of small, crimson-colored swirls on his arms.
The hair is...interesting, though, and Kurakai's eyes linger on it for a moment.]