The lithe woman had unfurled herself from her meditative prose, lifting her face to meet his own. She even apologized, something that cknfused him slightly. He was the one that interjected into her meditation, her moment of peace after all - should he not be the one to offer his apologies? She went on to introduce herself and ask if where she was meditating was ‘unfit’. Usagi shook his head. "Not at all. Meditate where you wish - there is plenty of room in the Maze," He responded, genuine even if his tone was void of any emotion. "Apologies for my intrusion. My name is Shima Usagi - just Usagi is fine." The formalities of his homeland trickled into life here, but he preferred to be addressed by his first name rather than his familial one, seeing as his brother shared the same last name. He forced himself to carry the conversation, keep going even if socializing for him was rather awkward. "You joined recently, I assume? I don’t recognize you, so you must be new." She had to be. There seemed to be a lot of new life breathed into Tojo as of late. It was refreshing to be with others that spoke his native tongue, too. He didn’t have to concern himself with fumbling over the words of the common tongue spoken mostly everywhere else.
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