[center][h2]Tokuda[/h2][/center]

Others spoke, introducing themselves and asking other questions as if this was supposed to be normal in everyday life. Though, given the context of Miso City, everything and anything was fairly normal for the great game that was life. The realization soon dawned on his face before one of the other women came to him to offer a hand up, no sign of threat or malice. With a sigh, Tokuda looked down and shook his head as another realization of where they were crept into his mind like a cryptic message.

Tokuda’s gaze went back to the lady in front of him before hesitantly outstretching a hand to let her own, however, he stopped a few inches away. His hand went back to the floor as he pushed himself up, his legs lifting him up. The metal of his armor shifted a bit, Tokuda could feel the weight dig into him through the leather straps that held it tightly to his form. He looked over the lady with a skeptical look before letting out another sigh before his gaze shifted to the others as he stepped along the wall.

[color=9d8618]”Why can’t I live a life that’s comparably normal to the rest of the world,”[/color] Tokuda said with a hint of disdain, before giving a paranoid look to everyone else. He let out another sigh as he looked down, his hair pointing to the ground as gravity dragged it down. [color=9d8618]”Why is this normal for Miso City?”[/color] he asked himself brushing his hair back with a hand, feeling the leather from his gauntlet touch the top head.

He threw up his hand in defeat as he gave into the situation at last and began to rattle off how much he did not like being in the situation. Tokuda slouched against the wall as he buried his head in his hands continuing to talk to himself and hide from the others.