[It's almost calming to have Keito grab at him like that, speak so sternly, try to tell him reassuring things. He doesn't know if a doctor might help right now, so he can't even argue that— but the sight of such a foreign screen makes him jolt in his shock, immediately reaching out with his hand to yank his arm closer and stare at it.]
Even something like this...?! [This isn't an iWatch. It makes an iWatch look primitive. There's no way— with how big his family is, he'd know about technology like this in an instant. His face would be on some of those fancy billboards, advertising something for them as well. Instead, he's left bringing his free hand to his head, his rocketing pulse making him feel dizzy.
But Keito is right about one thing. Panicking isn't helping. Okay, breathe, like he's practiced. He may not be dying or close to death. It might be fine. He'll just quietly hyperventilate a little until they're... "home." Wherever that is.]
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Even something like this...?! [This isn't an iWatch. It makes an iWatch look primitive. There's no way— with how big his family is, he'd know about technology like this in an instant. His face would be on some of those fancy billboards, advertising something for them as well. Instead, he's left bringing his free hand to his head, his rocketing pulse making him feel dizzy.
But Keito is right about one thing. Panicking isn't helping. Okay, breathe, like he's practiced. He may not be dying or close to death. It might be fine. He'll just quietly hyperventilate a little until they're... "home." Wherever that is.]