[It's a little hard to have an appetite at will when there's all this... activity going on, with so many people, and even if his self-awareness is mostly blank aside from the whole Being Dead thing and his name, Neku's pretty sure he doesn't know how to handle this many people aside from watching them all while he tries to think.]
[So. A party. A party where it was a lot harder to secure a safe soda instead of booze, and he's pretty sure just judging from relative height that he's still a minor. So a bizarre and overly fancy party. And then what? What do gods and their shinki even do? His brain really wants to process and squeeze some answers out of this situation but the whiplash of "suddenly exist when did not before??" combined with amnesia makes that basically impossible.]
[He'd walk up to someone and start bugging them for answers but he doesn't even know what he'd ask, so sitting with arms crossed and glaring a puzzled hole in the glass containing an orange soda'll have to suffice.]
[ GAME ROOM ]
[Some time later, though, Neku's relaxed enough to be quicker to say 'fuck it' and sorta socialize. Or at least move to do something where he seems a little more approachable. Kind of?]
Damn it-- Come on, I totally got that!
[If one's not intimidated (who would be, really?) of a scrawny teenager grumbling with his eyes glued on a ridiculously fast-paced rhythm game, anyway! He's doing pretty well but that may just be because no one's tried distracting him just yet...]
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[It's a little hard to have an appetite at will when there's all this... activity going on, with so many people, and even if his self-awareness is mostly blank aside from the whole Being Dead thing and his name, Neku's pretty sure he doesn't know how to handle this many people aside from watching them all while he tries to think.]
[So. A party. A party where it was a lot harder to secure a safe soda instead of booze, and he's pretty sure just judging from relative height that he's still a minor. So a bizarre and overly fancy party. And then what? What do gods and their shinki even do? His brain really wants to process and squeeze some answers out of this situation but the whiplash of "suddenly exist when did not before??" combined with amnesia makes that basically impossible.]
[He'd walk up to someone and start bugging them for answers but he doesn't even know what he'd ask, so sitting with arms crossed and glaring a puzzled hole in the glass containing an orange soda'll have to suffice.]
[ GAME ROOM ]
[Some time later, though, Neku's relaxed enough to be quicker to say 'fuck it' and sorta socialize. Or at least move to do something where he seems a little more approachable. Kind of?]
Damn it-- Come on, I totally got that!
[If one's not intimidated (who would be, really?) of a scrawny teenager grumbling with his eyes glued on a ridiculously fast-paced rhythm game, anyway! He's doing pretty well but that may just be because no one's tried distracting him just yet...]