Ugh. Everything's way too quiet, and it makes the hair stand on end at the back of the neck. Regardless, Kanji pressed on and was glad to not be crawling around any more.

So, naturally, he was the muddiest of the group as a prize for insisting on going through first.

But he doesn't see the markings as he scratched his head, marring his hair with muddy fingers. Suzette the moogle visibly cringed at such filthiness. Still, he tested his footing and took it slow, keeping his senses peeled for anything awry.

God he was tempted to just throw something, make a noise, just END the silence somehow.