[Welcome to the lowass ceilings of the 1860s Japan wow why is this guy so HUGE ACTUALLY. Now that his entire towering frame is in here, the soldier sitting at the table glances over with a furrowed brow like "what". The ceiling is tragically not Aikawa-sized, unlike his trusty shovel (where did that even go actually) and sword, which means he's definitely going to be doing some neck gymnastics to escape just having his head bust through the roof.
The soldier leading him over toward a desk at the side makes a bit of a baffled face at that comment, though.]
I'll grab another candle, if you need one. [He simply doesn't know that it's not Aikawa's eyesight, it's their own olde tech.
Anyway he's also leaning over to rummage through the top drawer of that desk, pulling out a stack of some fancy official-looking paperwork and gesturing for Aikawa to take a seat in an uncomfortable and small-looking wooden chair.]
We'll need you to fill this out fully. Remember as much as you can from those travel papers.
[Unless stopped, he'll turn after that, presumably to go get that extra candle.]
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The soldier leading him over toward a desk at the side makes a bit of a baffled face at that comment, though.]
I'll grab another candle, if you need one. [He simply doesn't know that it's not Aikawa's eyesight, it's their own olde tech.
Anyway he's also leaning over to rummage through the top drawer of that desk, pulling out a stack of some fancy official-looking paperwork and gesturing for Aikawa to take a seat in an uncomfortable and small-looking wooden chair.]
We'll need you to fill this out fully. Remember as much as you can from those travel papers.
[Unless stopped, he'll turn after that, presumably to go get that extra candle.]