[b]“I know right?”[/b] Katsuo grinned at her reaction, feeling a bit more comfortable now that it looked like she had picked herself back up. [b]“Pretty sure I’m dead and…revived or whatever though. Name’s Katsuo. Don’t suppose, uh…you’re from Japan too?”[/b]

He paused, tilting his head slightly. The language came to him naturally, but at the same time, was he [i]really[/i] speaking his mother tongue here? [b]“By the way, just out of curiosity…what language are you speaking right now? There’s nothing like subtitles that are popping up when I talk, right?”[/b]

Before such trivial questions could be answered, however, others woke up, one of them offering coffee as a substitute to water, while another began shuffling cards while waiting for his turn with the thermos. Yup, between the dude that looked like a freeter and the guy who could have walked out of a Hollywood spy thriller, it was definitely looking as if Ayame had some peculiar tastes. Or maybe it was just coincidence again. Who knows? While the adults sated their caffeine addiction, Katsuo awkwardly shuffle-pulled his pants back on. Or well, he did, until someone else spoke up.

A real hunk, and a real scarred up one at that. With blue-haired and a chiselled body that looked like it belonged to a criminal who had nothing to do but work out, the man’s words certainly make sense at all. An elaborate prank? Smashing through a drug den? Sammy? All those words carried weight, even if none of them connected in any meaningful fashion. He must have been disorientated, huh? Disbelieving? Was there some sort of reincarnation ‘sickness’ that scrambled one’s memories?

[b]“There’s coffee being passed around,” [/b]the blue-haired youth said, motioning towards the owner of the thermos. [b]“It’s really not a prank though. I mean, even if we survived what we did…it’d be in terrible taste to do something like that. You know…trick people who just came out of a coma into thinking they’re in another world…”[/b]

He pursed his lips. He had more he wanted to say. But he kept quiet, and after a few more seconds, began buttoning on his blazer.