Kikori does not like fluorescent lights. Most CCG buildings are littered with them, unfortunately for him.
Gently adjusting the collar of his white uniform, Kikori continues his walk down the halls of the CCG Main Office until he approaches a desk with an unfriendly looking secretary sitting behind.
...She seems to be ignoring him. That's okay.
Kikori waits patiently in front of the desk, his hands clenched together behind his back. Eventually, the lady glances up from her papers.
"Can I help you?" She drawls out icily. Kikori blinks his orange eyes in response, looking mildly bewildered.
Can she help him? He's not sure...can she? That seems like something she should know, not him.
"Ah..." Kikori starts, quietly, daring to dare. "I'm Kikori, Special Investigator." Kikori isn't sure what makes him so special. The title only seems to mean that he can be bossed around by any senior or rank 2 junior investigator in the area.
"I'm here to receive my substitute handl-" Before he can finish his 2nd sentence, the secretary interrupts rudely.
"Have a seat over there and wait until they're ready."
Well. Kikori isn't going to ask twice. He bows his head politely at the secretary and walks quietly over to a chair, sitting down and trying not to fidget. He's not supposed to fidget. Although he can't help the way his eyes wander around the room...taking in every detail with a mild sense of wonder. Kazuki-nii always says he's too curious - but he never gives him in trouble for it, so Kazuki supposes it's okay. Speaking of Kazuki...
Kikori's eyes light up as someone approaches his seats. He stands up at attention and bows his head respectfully.
"Kikori, Special Investigator." He introduces himself quietly, voice soft like the brush of a comb.
Inoffensive. Subservient.
Looking up, he gently brushes a lock of hair from his orange eyes as he meets вы's gaze.
"Are you my substitute handler?" Kikori sure hopes so. He's been awfully aimless ever since Kazuki-nii broke his ribs.
