( inaba... amami catches her name in the exchange and pockets it for now. in return, he'll offer up a proper introduction to match his, since it looks like they may be stuck together for a bit here — at least until they can find the way out. turning from the mirror, he pockets a hand, offering an absent wave with the other as his eyes land on inaba. )
Right... I don't think we've met, but I'm Rantarou Amami.
( his expression is tinged with caution moreso than any sense of worry, but lightens up faintly when his attention shifts to ishimaru. really, this is the only familiar face in the room for him — it's almost a relief, even if he feels bad for the guy. for now, he nods his head towards the bookcase, and that hand he's still got held in the air makes a c'mere kind of gesture. )
Ishimaru-kun, you wanna give me a hand with this?
( 'cause he's already trotting over to see if he can get a better look at the source of the red light, wondering if maybe they'll have to move the bookcase. )
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Right... I don't think we've met, but I'm Rantarou Amami.
( his expression is tinged with caution moreso than any sense of worry, but lightens up faintly when his attention shifts to ishimaru. really, this is the only familiar face in the room for him — it's almost a relief, even if he feels bad for the guy. for now, he nods his head towards the bookcase, and that hand he's still got held in the air makes a c'mere kind of gesture. )
Ishimaru-kun, you wanna give me a hand with this?
( 'cause he's already trotting over to see if he can get a better look at the source of the red light, wondering if maybe they'll have to move the bookcase. )