[Sometime between working on the subway and dealing with others, Japan made it back to the apartment. Maybe Marco was with him, maybe he wasn't, but the country had been especially quiet today, aside from certain direct statements that were required on the job.
He was slipping, wasn't he? How much longer could he keep up this sort of act? Seifer could always do it. Seifer was always... ... That didn't even matter. He was Japan. The Empire of Greater Japan, so why was he struggling with such simple issues...
His thoughts aside, he was too stubborn to stop normal activities. He had to keep it up, right? As long as he could. And so he'd go straight for the kitchen to make dinner, though silently.]
October 3rd; action
He was slipping, wasn't he? How much longer could he keep up this sort of act? Seifer could always do it. Seifer was always... ... That didn't even matter. He was Japan. The Empire of Greater Japan, so why was he struggling with such simple issues...
His thoughts aside, he was too stubborn to stop normal activities. He had to keep it up, right? As long as he could. And so he'd go straight for the kitchen to make dinner, though silently.]