It's about an hour into the party that he makes an appearance.
He doesn't approach anyone right away; he's back to wearing the long, black coat he'd favored before all of the soul loss shenanigans began, hands sunk deep into his pockets as he lurks near the door, darkly watching those assembled with some degree of hesitation. To go in, or not?
Eventually, he does, cautiously approaching the counter. His presence isn't a welcome one, and maybe it never will be again, but Christmas seems as good a time as any to make amends with someone, doesn't it? Especially now that his heart is back in his chest where it supposedly belongs. Not beating, of course-- but it's there.
He looks anxious as he searches for any sign of either Tohru or Souji-- he has a good deal to say to both of them, all things considered, but he doesn't expect to be well-received.
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He doesn't approach anyone right away; he's back to wearing the long, black coat he'd favored before all of the soul loss shenanigans began, hands sunk deep into his pockets as he lurks near the door, darkly watching those assembled with some degree of hesitation. To go in, or not?
Eventually, he does, cautiously approaching the counter. His presence isn't a welcome one, and maybe it never will be again, but Christmas seems as good a time as any to make amends with someone, doesn't it? Especially now that his heart is back in his chest where it supposedly belongs. Not beating, of course-- but it's there.
He looks anxious as he searches for any sign of either Tohru or Souji-- he has a good deal to say to both of them, all things considered, but he doesn't expect to be well-received.