01. ) SOMETHING IN THE WAY

( Genjiro's bones ache down to the marrow as he walks. Even swathed in a blanket, he's far too cold. Shivering and trying to keep himself still; he'd kill for a drink of sake or tea, but the squids washed up grab his attention more than he's comfortable with.

Genjiro sits with them for a little while longer, digging absently through his bag as he waits. )

02. ) ENDLESS, NAMELESS

( People watching might be the move here. This place has so many interesting types running here and there. Even with him being so anxious at the displacement, he's content to watch and drink some cider. For now.

Thankfully, he's properly clothed by now, sipping a steaming cup to warm his bones. )

Hm? ... You look a bit cold.

( He addresses someone nearby, and goes to grab them a cup of hot chocolate. )

Here. It's good. And safe, I think.

03. ) INSOMNIAC

( Delirium borne of insomnia, coupled with a rising Dead Level ... He's having a great time.

There's red scrawled across his eyes, seated outside against the brick of a building. He's nodding out where he sits, only to snap awake and bury his face in his hands. He groans, waits for relief. )