[The entire walk "home" has Eichi unusually silent. At first, it's because he's thinking more about Keito's mood. That was a kind sentence, and he wasn't really expecting it... so was something on his mind? Something had to be, but what? Eichi trying to puzzle this out becomes quickly overshadowed by his distraction from the world around them.
Tokyo, but not. Technology that wouldn't fit the level of a prank at all, not that Keito would ever go along with one in the first place. Everything combined that makes him feel a little sick for a handful of reasons he doesn't want to address but will likely have to.
Is he so sick that he's hallucinating? Is he actually in the hospital again, when he was just trying to enjoy time with fine? There's no way it could be something like magic or whatever might come out of a fairy tale, or one of those strange books that Tsumugi might be into. Still, no matter how many times he pinches at his own skin or holds his breath to see how his body reacts, it all tells him the same thing: he's awake. This is real.
Slowly, his hands curl into the scarf around his neck, and he allows his steps to carry him even closer to Keito, shoulders brushing. He has no idea that they're practically on the doorstep of what this Keito would call "home", let alone anything else. He just knows that if things are this serious, he probably shouldn't be playing a game of hide the truth.]
Keito... [Even the way he calls his name is different, hesitant, cautious, but still commanding his attention.] Where is this place?
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Tokyo, but not. Technology that wouldn't fit the level of a prank at all, not that Keito would ever go along with one in the first place. Everything combined that makes him feel a little sick for a handful of reasons he doesn't want to address but will likely have to.
Is he so sick that he's hallucinating? Is he actually in the hospital again, when he was just trying to enjoy time with fine? There's no way it could be something like magic or whatever might come out of a fairy tale, or one of those strange books that Tsumugi might be into. Still, no matter how many times he pinches at his own skin or holds his breath to see how his body reacts, it all tells him the same thing: he's awake. This is real.
Slowly, his hands curl into the scarf around his neck, and he allows his steps to carry him even closer to Keito, shoulders brushing. He has no idea that they're practically on the doorstep of what this Keito would call "home", let alone anything else. He just knows that if things are this serious, he probably shouldn't be playing a game of hide the truth.]
Keito... [Even the way he calls his name is different, hesitant, cautious, but still commanding his attention.] Where is this place?