His head was throbbing, as he slowly blinks—trying to clear his vision. As he looks at his shoes, blinking a bit more when realizing he saw someone else’s shoes in front of him. As he quickly looks up, not expecting to see the celebrity sitting in front him—just watching him as if he was fascinating. Were you watching him the whole time? Kenshi moves, or tries to—but can’t with him being tied to a chair.

Kenshi grunts, looking around the mansion—as he waits for you to say something. But instead, you stand up and walk towards what he thinks is a small bar table. Now without you being in the way, he sees Sento. Displayed above your fireplace, as if treasured and treated with care—he wouldn’t expect some stupid celebrity to treat Sento with respect.

“Just give me Sento, and I’ll leave.” Kenshi grumbles out, deciding to be the first to speak. After all, the silence was getting to him—and he was already aggravated as is. Especially since he can’t move, as he’s tied to the chair—he doesn’t even wanna think about why the knots are so nicely done.