Vagabond Spectre
Seven Thousand Club
Riko Miracus
Riko still felt the dread in his stomach. Other than hunger, he felt like he is being eyed on somewhere. Riko's poker face is extremely hard to break. If he looks nervous or acts suspicious, it would be obvious that he is uncomfortable. He always feels disturbance and always will be at this point. He didn't want to make eye contact with anyone so he has no choice but to sit down in one of the seats. Riko remained clam and cool headed at this point. He was tired of all the things he has done in his past but he doesn't have worry again.
He chose the seat area where he can sit close or even next to Joseph. Not because Riko is scared of making new friends, it's because of his standard ways of being a pawn of things. Riko doesn't see the whole "family" concept thing. He still sees himself as an outcast, for now. The boy walked silently to the area he desired to sit on. Riko sat in silence, waiting for the dinner to start. He never thought he'll see the day that he is going to be fine. Riko looked down on his lap without saying a word. Unlike Irvi. He didn't bother to make friends nor talk to anyone. He always gets the bad side every time he talks. A mindset that ruins his very personality. He just sat there. Staring creepily on his own lap. His face was staring down and his body is hardly moving. It looks like his soul decided for a minute and just left the body lifeless. Riko was cursed to think of bad thoughts about his past when he is lonely. So, imagine his older days. While everyone was talking. He is in a constant battle between him and his past. The fight between them has been fair. Looking Riko's dead yet breathing sitting position is just rather disturbing.
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