Sagiri opened his door, expecting an empty corridor, and stopped. Azir was standing outside casually as if he had not been waiting long, hands behind his back and expression far too awake for the hour. How was he even awake already? The moment he saw Sagiri, he straightened and smiled.
"Big brother! You are awake!" Azir cheered with excitement.
Just who had Sagiri offended in his past life?
He gets attacked when he wants to sleep, and right when he wakes up, he gets attacked again. Azir looked too cheerful in the early morning.
"Azir..." Sagiri said, furrowing his eyebrows.
Before Sagiri could ask anything, Azir stepped forward and held something out. Resting in his palm was a small trinket. two tiny crossed blades bound together with dark thread and worn smooth around the edges from years of being handled. It looked old. Azir scratched the side of his face awkwardly.
