[It's an offer of comfort in what clearly looks like it's meant to wear on the girl's mind. The facts don't matter, not after the tear shed for it.
He gives her hand a brief squeeze, and then leads her down the halls, hoping something might stand out without having to enter the rooms.
There's no such solution, of course. Everything carries the same scent, no trails left behind, no signatures to follow. Everything that makes someone unique is erased, or his nose isn't functioning well, either's a possibility.
Kurama stops in front of a door, placing his hand on the door knob pauses.]
This one has a good feeling. [He's making this up, he'd be sorry, but he's not.]
Shall we try it? [He turns it to peek inside and slowly opens it wider for MOMO to decide if she's comfortable with a more thorough search.]
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He gives her hand a brief squeeze, and then leads her down the halls, hoping something might stand out without having to enter the rooms.
There's no such solution, of course. Everything carries the same scent, no trails left behind, no signatures to follow. Everything that makes someone unique is erased, or his nose isn't functioning well, either's a possibility.
Kurama stops in front of a door, placing his hand on the door knob pauses.]
This one has a good feeling. [He's making this up, he'd be sorry, but he's not.]
Shall we try it? [He turns it to peek inside and slowly opens it wider for MOMO to decide if she's comfortable with a more thorough search.]