[ Ah, Kazuma. There you are. He'll straighten from where he's inspecting a piece of wood, the splintered ends being carefully maneuvered around his fingers as he drops it onto the ground. Even after a week it's hard for him to really believe that Kazuma is here, but then again this entire world is full of contradictions.

The wings on his back flutter in the breeze filtering in through the window, and when he smiles it's nowhere near as sinister as it had been the first time they'd met. He looks.. nicer. ]

Think of it as a little experiment of sorts... Kazuma. [ Hands on his hips, he lets his gaze survey the green-haired replica in front of him, though his expression betrays nothing. ] You're looking rather pale there, kiddo. Eating right? Been getting enough sleep?