...Wish they would mind their own damn business, then.
[ ...He's not sure if Khun's words are reassuring or not, but they are evidence he's here, so Shinjiro won't bother to give those a special refute. Not like he would, either, really.
Instead, he's largely silent, especially as the atmosphere seems to double in weight. There's a frown, a shimmer of blue fire behind the girl, even as the two boys begin to walk away,
This is...I could have sworn I did a proper sweep, earlier...
The younger visage of Shinjiro is in the middle of turning back when he seems to freeze, eyes widening at the same time a shaky hand comes up to his chest. The other boy, at first, doesn't notice; too busy looking at the girl with his crossed arms.
What? Is there another shadow?
The illusion is sweating, suddenly. Fingers twisting in the curve of his shirt, mouth poised with an 'o' for a voice that momentarily refuses to escape. His features are tight, his body trembling...he seems ill, almost.
No, it's not that. I just-
They're interrupted by the sharp, drawn-out gag of agony that slips from the fake Shinjiro's lips, hunched over as the air around him seems to thrash, almost as if it was alive.
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[ ...He's not sure if Khun's words are reassuring or not, but they are evidence he's here, so Shinjiro won't bother to give those a special refute. Not like he would, either, really.
Instead, he's largely silent, especially as the atmosphere seems to double in weight. There's a frown, a shimmer of blue fire behind the girl, even as the two boys begin to walk away,
This is...I could have sworn I did a proper sweep, earlier...
The younger visage of Shinjiro is in the middle of turning back when he seems to freeze, eyes widening at the same time a shaky hand comes up to his chest. The other boy, at first, doesn't notice; too busy looking at the girl with his crossed arms.
What? Is there another shadow?
The illusion is sweating, suddenly. Fingers twisting in the curve of his shirt, mouth poised with an 'o' for a voice that momentarily refuses to escape. His features are tight, his body trembling...he seems ill, almost.
No, it's not that. I just-
They're interrupted by the sharp, drawn-out gag of agony that slips from the fake Shinjiro's lips, hunched over as the air around him seems to thrash, almost as if it was alive.
Or like something is, and it's unhappy about it.
Something is horribly, horribly wrong. ]