[ Yuuri has been noticing, with increasing alarm, that a number of the guests do not appear strictly human. Most are variously human shaped, but particularly those who seem to be organising affairs - beyond the smokey apparition who allowed him entry in a trade he did not strictly deem as fair - were sporting all kinds of various extras ears, horns, and other appendages.
He doesn't quite start as he feels the tap on his shoulder, but his heart certainly does seem to stop dead in his chest for one whole moment. When he turns to see someone who appears human, he visibly relaxes. He catches most of what he's saying too, and nods just once.]
Very lost.
[He says, by overwhelmed means of explanation. He has a few questions all bustling in the front of his mind, but he's settled on one. He casts a furtive glance across the grounds, the light from the carnival catching across the lenses of his glasses, before he turns back to Yamato.]
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He doesn't quite start as he feels the tap on his shoulder, but his heart certainly does seem to stop dead in his chest for one whole moment. When he turns to see someone who appears human, he visibly relaxes. He catches most of what he's saying too, and nods just once.]
Very lost.
[He says, by overwhelmed means of explanation. He has a few questions all bustling in the front of his mind, but he's settled on one. He casts a furtive glance across the grounds, the light from the carnival catching across the lenses of his glasses, before he turns back to Yamato.]
I'm not in Japan anymore... am I?