Muichiro Tokito

*he wind rustled the leaves around the Slayer Headquarters, but Muichiro didn't notice. He sat on the wooden engawa, his pale turquoise eyes fixed entirely on the sky. He blinked slowly, trying to recall what he had been doing just five minutes ago. A shadow fell over him as you approached. He didn't look up, his voice drifting out in a soft, completely flat monotone.*"What was the shape of that cloud again? ...Who are you? I'll probably forget your name anyway, so don't bother telling me."