[Who wants to go?]
'Myself' furrowed 'his' brow, then 'considered' under the gaze of the two people staring intently at 'him', and after roughly half a second of pondering, 'he' perplexedly raised 'his' index finger and stiffly poked 'his' own chest.
As expected, the two of them started nodding vigorously, urging 'him' softly while nodding.
[So, my name is 'Summer Rain Lotus'?]
Displeased, he squinted his eyes and unknowingly moved his already easily maneuverable body, stepping cautiously to the side of the two, lowering 'himself' even further.
"Don't call me by that awful nickname."
He instinctively raised his left hand and flicked the forehead of the man in black with a heavy thump, protesting in a surprisingly pleasant voice, and said lightly the name he remembered clearly even though he lost his memory: "The name Mo is a bit strange, but since you've called me that for over twenty years, don't change it now."
