[ Shinjiro's not sure what he'd describe it as; sure, it's pretty fantastical, but he's never been the dreamy-eyed sort....not since he was a kid, at least. And after everything that had lead up to it, opening his eyes at the ding of the elevator had been more disorienting, nauseating than anything.
It's still strange, even now. Waking up in a bed and staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, hearing the bustle that isn't Akihiko knocking at his door, Koromaru barking for a walk, or Yuki stalking up behind him in that quiet way to ask for another cooking lesson. Feeling something under his skin that isn't the thrashing and steady thrum of Castor, but something else entirely. Existing. ]
...So you've been here a while, huh.
[ A certain guy's words flash through his head again, and there's a pause at Tatara's laugh. For someone in a similar situation, he's pretty damn carefree. Shinjiro's lips purse. ]
You're takin' this pretty well, all this shit considered.
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[ Shinjiro's not sure what he'd describe it as; sure, it's pretty fantastical, but he's never been the dreamy-eyed sort....not since he was a kid, at least. And after everything that had lead up to it, opening his eyes at the ding of the elevator had been more disorienting, nauseating than anything.
It's still strange, even now. Waking up in a bed and staring at an unfamiliar ceiling, hearing the bustle that isn't Akihiko knocking at his door, Koromaru barking for a walk, or Yuki stalking up behind him in that quiet way to ask for another cooking lesson. Feeling something under his skin that isn't the thrashing and steady thrum of Castor, but something else entirely. Existing. ]
...So you've been here a while, huh.
[ A certain guy's words flash through his head again, and there's a pause at Tatara's laugh. For someone in a similar situation, he's pretty damn carefree. Shinjiro's lips purse. ]
You're takin' this pretty well, all this shit considered.