[The shade jumps a little at the sound of the knock, quickly keeping into the kitchen for a second to turn the electric kettle on remotely with his telekinesis. There's only one person that can be, after all...it's not like they very often have people knocking on their door. But even so, he peeks out the peephole first.]
[Yup, that's Obi-Wan alright. At least...he's pretty sure it is.]
[The creature that opens the door is unlike the greyscale boy the Jedi met on his first day or in their shared dream. Save for the antenna-like tendril of shadow atop its head it's...really not recognizable as Shuichi at all. At least until it starts to speak. The voice is unmistakable, even if the quality has changed somewhat. It's distant and oddly echoed, in a way that almost makes it seem as though it's not coming from the shadowy body floating in the doorway.]
Ben-san! [He sounds very happy to see him though, and the bottoms of his round, glowing eyes curve upwards as though smiling. Though his voice is as soft as it usually is...Kokichi's werewolf exhaustion may have him out like a light but he still thinks it would be rude to shout when his friend so desperately needs rest.] Come in, come in.
[Even though there's no need for him to do so, he moves out of the way of the door, which is seemingly holding itself open of its own accord.]
You really weren't kidding about being a very different-looking monster now, were you?
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[Yup, that's Obi-Wan alright. At least...he's pretty sure it is.]
[The creature that opens the door is unlike the greyscale boy the Jedi met on his first day or in their shared dream. Save for the antenna-like tendril of shadow atop its head it's...really not recognizable as Shuichi at all. At least until it starts to speak. The voice is unmistakable, even if the quality has changed somewhat. It's distant and oddly echoed, in a way that almost makes it seem as though it's not coming from the shadowy body floating in the doorway.]
Ben-san! [He sounds very happy to see him though, and the bottoms of his round, glowing eyes curve upwards as though smiling. Though his voice is as soft as it usually is...Kokichi's werewolf exhaustion may have him out like a light but he still thinks it would be rude to shout when his friend so desperately needs rest.] Come in, come in.
[Even though there's no need for him to do so, he moves out of the way of the door, which is seemingly holding itself open of its own accord.]
You really weren't kidding about being a very different-looking monster now, were you?