[Somewhere in the dressing room, Rin is sitting, her face vividly switching expressions as she mumbles to herself - until she hangs her head and sighs.]
I have a feeling this place is going to drive me crazy yet.
[There's a passed out fifteen year old amnesiac Kenshin here, sleeping about as soundly as a tired little hitokiri battousai can. Will you poke him with sticks? y/n]
[Souji was holding a small brown book against his chest. He was looking worried as he was looking for someone. He had been in strange places before, so he should be used to moving about.]
Mister Hijikata? Did I finally make it home? I found your you-know-what~ [Souji waved the brown book around in the air before setting it back against his chest.]