[It strikes him, a little distantly and fuzzily, as a strange question. It’s the Dark Hour, isn’t it? They go outside practically every night. The rain is a little unsettling, sure, but no more so than the blood pools that typically appear during this time.]
...Can’t find Amada.
[That answers very little, frankly, including what Amada was doing out here, apart from the rest of the group on the full moon mission day — wait.
It clicks then, and the haze behind his eyes seems to clear just a little as he realizes something off.]
What’re you doin’ here by yourself anyway? Where’re the others?
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...Can’t find Amada.
[That answers very little, frankly, including what Amada was doing out here, apart from the rest of the group on the full moon mission day — wait.
It clicks then, and the haze behind his eyes seems to clear just a little as he realizes something off.]
What’re you doin’ here by yourself anyway? Where’re the others?