[It's nerve-wracking, watching this. Laughter isn't allowed, so are smiles? Eichi had never read the rules; he'd been arrested too early. Apparently irregular hair colors or bright clothing colors were restricted, laughter, music, stories— so much that gave life to a city wasn't allowed. So strictly, too...
But thankfully, Wataru manages to create a distraction. It's an incredibly tense one that has Eichi's heart jump into his throat, but the hand in his own is comforting in a way. Even if he feels like his heart might beat out of his chest, it's a little faded in a dream. He can make it... maybe. He squeezes that hand, and doesn't wait, taking off running.]
There's no time to decide something like that. [He's out of breath as he tries to explain, his steps slower by the minute, but he's pushing himself. He's pushing himself like he normally wouldn't bother to, in the case of something like running...?]
Can you find somewhere out of view? Somewhere for just the two of us? It seems as though there's more safety by the water, so if that's nearby... [He's going to dream die like this.]
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But thankfully, Wataru manages to create a distraction. It's an incredibly tense one that has Eichi's heart jump into his throat, but the hand in his own is comforting in a way. Even if he feels like his heart might beat out of his chest, it's a little faded in a dream. He can make it... maybe. He squeezes that hand, and doesn't wait, taking off running.]
There's no time to decide something like that. [He's out of breath as he tries to explain, his steps slower by the minute, but he's pushing himself. He's pushing himself like he normally wouldn't bother to, in the case of something like running...?]
Can you find somewhere out of view? Somewhere for just the two of us? It seems as though there's more safety by the water, so if that's nearby... [He's going to dream die like this.]