[Firifale seems to doze longer than most-- interesting story, didn't want to leave before it ended-- but once the train is stopped it only takes a few bleary-eyed blinks to wake him up. His eyes widen instantly and flit from one thing to the next as he takes in the situation. Voice without a person... fascinating!
He hops up to crouch on his chair and presses his face and hands hard against the window.]
Ra-ku-en?
[He speaks slowly, tasting the word. New... he glances back at the other passengers. New, new, new! He's torn between excitement and wariness. New is good, yes, but not so much of it. No old at all. He pulls away from the window with a confused smile.]
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He hops up to crouch on his chair and presses his face and hands hard against the window.]
Ra-ku-en?
[He speaks slowly, tasting the word. New... he glances back at the other passengers. New, new, new! He's torn between excitement and wariness. New is good, yes, but not so much of it. No old at all. He pulls away from the window with a confused smile.]
Rakuen is...?