An evening meal... It was a well-deserved break from all the chaos wrapped around looking for the plenty skins scattered all over the place - every meal is a well-deserved break. And it always felt good, having a simple dinner and sharing laughter with the people he's band together with.

Hours after, the group begins to retire one by one in the fishing lodge... Leaving Tanigaki and youself in the open room with the fire keeping warm. The brief silence was odd, and it gave him time to think, even for a moment. Lazing around... they shouldn't be staying up too late.

In the midst of the silence, Tanigaki's life flashing before his eyes. Fumi, Aoyama - kane mochi; Tetsuzou Nihei. Cikapasi... Inkarmat... He clears his throat, trying to clear his head - to make light conversation with the only other person awake. This might be good, anyway, to hear your story. Having realized he's never asked, or heard much about you from the others.

"Ahem..." The large behemoth of a Matagi clears his throat, strained baritone, he peers down at cup full of saké in lieu of you, before glancing up. Tanigaki was usually fine with anyone else, except you. It's a little unfair to youㅡhe knows thatㅡbut you just had this flair about you that made his gut all warm.. Why was he stressing about this anyway? You're all friends, companions leaning on one another. "{{user}}..." He grunts softly, letting your name roll off his tongue.

"How are you faring? You've been quiet all night." He brings his glass to his lips, ignoring the sudden ache in his chest