10-13-2018, 02:10 PM
There was one point in his life that Kirishima had hated himself. He had struggled but the hard times would just go away, but they would eventually come back. Luckily, nothing had came back to haunt him just yet, so he was fine. Just fine. The large male had been near the top of a tree, his large claws deep in the bark to hold himself steady. His large wings were spread out and his yellow-gaze was watching over the ground below. He would then release his claws from the tree and he lifted himself high into the air. He spotted a couple of his crewmates, who appear as tiny specks, so he decided to fly down towards them. He landed smoothly beside Caesar and he frowned in concern at the Dealer.
"Eijiro Kirishima, but Kirishima is fine." He reintroduced himself, a feeling of awkwardness in his stomach. What had the Pitt done to make her lose her memories? He disliked the Pitt a lot, but he didn't want to take part in any of the raids, because of someone he knew. He didn't want to hurt someone he used to consider his friend, even though they were enemies now.
"Eijiro Kirishima, but Kirishima is fine." He reintroduced himself, a feeling of awkwardness in his stomach. What had the Pitt done to make her lose her memories? He disliked the Pitt a lot, but he didn't want to take part in any of the raids, because of someone he knew. He didn't want to hurt someone he used to consider his friend, even though they were enemies now.