The young man with the backwards cap had stopped typing some time ago, his typewriter still floating easily in one hand while his attention drifted toward a distant point in the cosmos that no ordinary person could have sensed.
His shoulders trembled once as a shiver crawled through him, and then a grin spread across his face as though whatever had made him react was more entertaining than frightening.
"Oh, she's coming too? Aiya... that mad woman really doesn't know how to do anything halfway."
He scratched at his cheek with the eraser end of one of the pencils tucked behind his ear, already imagining the woman lying lazily in that little boat with the sword resting against her chest. Another shiver moved through him, though there was no real fear behind it, and he laughed to himself as his eyes narrowed with amusement.
"Fucking sword maniacs."
