( he's slowing down himself now, feeling Eichi's weight become more resistant with each step. is he giving up? no, that isn't a fair assessment. his body has a mind of its own with this sort of thing. Wataru's gaze clings to him even as he walks ahead through the alleyway, watchful and surprisingly restrained. well, until Eichi delivers his finishing blow of a line, which solidifies a decision he feels he's already made in his heart.

it's strange. for him it hasn't been long since he's seen his friend at all, yet there's a sensation of yearning about this entire greeting. he offers a playful smile in return, keeping his hand tightly in his as he moves to face him, nudging him toward the wall. )

Is that so? Then which of us is it, commanding time to slow its gears in such a way?

( it's okay, Eichi. "can't" isn't in his lexicon! he'll get them out of this predicament. )

Something more important, though, is for you to close your eyes for me! ♪ ( is it a lot to ask? well, he needs it done for this trick to work. ) Don't keep me waiting, Eichi, be good and cooperative. ( before you die, seriously. )