[ The room must have nearly two dozen Atirat in it, the majority of them clustered in the far side of the room; small, young figures he's tucked pilfered blankets around. On the backs of several of the Atirat's hands, are dark marks made by some sort of marker or paint -- corresponding marks are on one, maybe two other Atirat. An estimation of relationship, maybe? The faces of at least one of the adolescent fish-people and an adult strongly resemble one another, after all. Who's to say they're not related, until the moment they're awoken from their time locked state.
Reigen stands in the midst of them, expression flicking between mild exasperation ( damn, someone did follow him -- no, it would have happened eventually ) and something makeshift and genial building in the corners of a neutral smile. It would be one of the other Zenith-loyalists who found their way to him, and he's feeling pretty upset that Amos didn't get stuck in the section of crumpled wall like P**H Bear. He could have dealt with that, but instead he's staring down a guy who might as well be a tank, and one he doesn't know the priorities of.
So, he does what he does, and shifts his grip on the pot as he strolls forward. Closer to Amos, but not too close, only so that he's the closest individual to the guy, and not one of the scattered Atirat forms. ]
They're going to be hungry once they're free.
[ And he tilts the steaming pot. He's gonna feed all these fish bitches, Amos. ]
I asked you something, too. You gonna' rat me out for this?
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Reigen stands in the midst of them, expression flicking between mild exasperation ( damn, someone did follow him -- no, it would have happened eventually ) and something makeshift and genial building in the corners of a neutral smile. It would be one of the other Zenith-loyalists who found their way to him, and he's feeling pretty upset that Amos didn't get stuck in the section of crumpled wall like P**H Bear. He could have dealt with that, but instead he's staring down a guy who might as well be a tank, and one he doesn't know the priorities of.
So, he does what he does, and shifts his grip on the pot as he strolls forward. Closer to Amos, but not too close, only so that he's the closest individual to the guy, and not one of the scattered Atirat forms. ]
They're going to be hungry once they're free.
[ And he tilts the steaming pot. He's gonna feed all these fish bitches, Amos. ]
I asked you something, too. You gonna' rat me out for this?