"...Something like that." Should he be nervous? He felt it, standing in front of someone who was obviously older and well put together. He didn't seem in shock about anything. Perhaps that was just how shinki were? He didn't know. But, other than sit up on the bench, the man didn't move.

His hand lifted, a hesitant gesture. But he overcame the nerves, somehow, if only out of curiosity. So he touched him, just so, on the faint curve of Jade's shoulder.

And that's when it saw it. It was a faint flash, a glaze of heterochromia eyes, and suddenly, Jade's life buzzed through his head. Brutal to take in, a smathering of red and colored in muted undertones. On Jade's shoulder, his fingers twitched.

"Jade," he let out, and the word felt strange on his mouth. Suddenly familiar. Initially foreign. He suddenly felt sad. His look shifted from kind to concerned. "...Jade Curtiss."