[ Makoto makes a noise that can only be described as a whimper, allowing himself to be tugged out from underneath the bed. He even does a little to help, gently climbing to his feet once he's out, head still bowed slightly with the knowledge that at any second, there's going to be another crack of thunder to terrify him again. ]
They're too loud. [ The loudness reminds him that he could drown at ANY MOMENT. Well. Okay. Not this particular moment, because he's on the boat, but what if the boat capsizes? What if a huge wave comes up and destroys them and they all die and he'll never see Haru or Rin or his siblings ever again? ]
...and the boat rocks too much like this. [ WHICH IS WHY SITTING IS BETTER. ]
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They're too loud. [ The loudness reminds him that he could drown at ANY MOMENT. Well. Okay. Not this particular moment, because he's on the boat, but what if the boat capsizes? What if a huge wave comes up and destroys them and they all die and he'll never see Haru or Rin or his siblings ever again? ]
...and the boat rocks too much like this. [ WHICH IS WHY SITTING IS BETTER. ]