Running Late

"Uh huh..." The words escape faster than Saisei could really think about them. He was oddly suspicious of the girls responses, it was clear she knew about the Vanguard just fine but with each turn of the corner she took... her dialogue was just very lackluster. Either she was just genuinely that kind of person or she had much more on her mind. Either way, it didn't really matter to him in the moment. It was noticeable that shit didn't care much for taking his jacket either. While he understood that well and good, Saisei cared very little for social constructs that Karakura had set in place. Having his upbringing being surrounded by a woman that fed off of others for a living sort of made him numb to what others thought.

A wave of relief filled the boy's soul as she spoke about the Vanguard and her familiarity of it. Finally, something useful was on its way towards him. It seemed like she knew far more than most, which was a bit concerning. Surely she wasn't a Vanguard member, no uniform or even genuine interest in the Organization. Not knowing where he was supposed to go was a bit telling to the boy as well. The girl, Erika, seemed disinterested despite her knowledge. Even so, he would take any help that he would be given when it came to this convoluted jobs and requests. The Vanguard left little instruction to go with the packages, only a simple "Bring them to our Headquarters when they arrive." A true waste of conversation these days.

"Thanks, Erika. Nice to have some sort of brevity to the situation." He nodded and smiled once more before ushering forward, listening to her even more intently than before. "Mother? Interesting. If your mother works with the Vanguard she must be the type of lady someone should get to know huh?" Little came up in words about the jacket she now folded against her fore arm and stomach. He appreciated the sentiment but didn't really care, he didn't mind the rain. Something about it seemed familiar and familiar meant homely for him. Homely meant remembering the next thing he needs to.

"Why the disinterest?" Blunt and forward, just the way Saisei liked it. He cut straight to the point with the issues he felt were important. While he clearly didn't know this girl, whether she liked it or not it seemed a bit too obvious. The Vanguard were a touchy subject, just not one she seemed to openly accept. While he understood people always had trouble with their relationships or conflicts, many didn't truly want to accept that they needed the release from said conflict. Nevertheless, everyone dealt with everything differently, Saisei understood that all too well.

"Personally, I get it, but I'm not exactly sure why. I'm sort of new around here and get the same vibe from just about everywhere in the city. Feels like people are walking on egg shells." The soft pitter patter of the rain continued to fill their ears while they walked at a brisk pace. The tower of boxes leaned too and fro, back and forth, trying their best to stay within their bounds. It was nice being out, the rain washed away the worry. Saisei had a lot of worry as of late with the continued hallucinations. Eventually, he would seek out help. As of now, though, he found it hard to speak about them. Everyone wants to point out a crazy man. He'd rather not be that man in question.