While on his own, Atreyun takes some time to explore. Mostly, he's looking curiously at the items on Akihito's shelves and walls: the books, the photos, the cute plushes. While he can read the words thanks to his initial connection with Akihito, the titles mean little to him. Whether they're well-known works or obscure, Atreyun couldn't say. Nor would it matter save to give some indication of Akihito's tastes. Likewise, the faces in the photos are all strangers to Atreyun. Save perhaps familiar resemblance, he couldn't tell who these people are to Akihito. But they're important enough that he keeps their likenesses on display.

It's these things he's pondering when Akihito calls for him. He turns his attention toward the boy and crosses the room to stand before him.

"I am here."