Senri listened to Rima with his eyes still seemingly empty. "I suppose you are right, Rima," he spoke softly. He closed his eyes as he continued to sit in the heavy atmosphere. "What would it be like? To be so frightened…over everything? Dolls? The night? Spontaneous sounds? Pathetic I suppose," he thought to himself.
"Sounds like such a tiring way to live," he puffed while finishing the pokey that was stuck between his soft lips. Again the boy feel into a long trance. The smells of their blood swirled wildly around the air mixing with the fear they felt. Licking his lips he smirked, but his attention was quickly pulled away from the easy treats when Rima jabbed his cheek with the thin stick. Turning his face in her direction he bit it as she went to poke him once more.
"Fresh ai-" before he could reply she gripped his wrist tightly while tugging him along behind her.
"She's so strange," the young man smiled while watching her elegant movements. Each step set him in a heavy trance. Her strawberry blonde hair that was tied up into twin tails bounced with her quick steps. There was no need for her parcel today, it was a cloudy, rainy day. In fact, this was the red head's favorite type of weather. He'd submerge himself in the sound of rain drops as they'd hit the roof and windows, the crackles of thunder that would roar over the plains, and bolts of thunder that light up the darkened sky.
Today, however, wasn't that extreme; it was nothing more than a heavy shower of rain. As he was lead out the door he could feel the cool droplets hitting his skin. A smile rolled over his face as he allowed himself to be soaked; oh the stylists would be so annoyed. His hair was now dripping was it hung past his eyes.
"Come on," he said softly while pulling Rima out from the entrance that was sheltered from the storm. A small smile danced over his face. It was not like his other smiles, this one was rare. It was pure, and showed true happiness behind his normally emotionless persona.
"It feels nice," he added while holding his dearest friends hand, just taking in every moment as the water washed over them.