[ Easy enough despite the tension pulling through the air as if it's being continuously touched by something unseen, thick with resonance. It's enough to get the hair on the back of his neck to raise, though it's less fear and more anticipation. Will whatever's with them strike first, or will the other boy's paranoia win out?
Mikazuki doesn't seem concerned with handling either option, though his footsteps come to an abrupt halt when a soggy-sounding thud in the grass and muck. He figures he doesn't need to ward his arm out, but his fingers flick at his sides. ]
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Mikazuki doesn't seem concerned with handling either option, though his footsteps come to an abrupt halt when a soggy-sounding thud in the grass and muck. He figures he doesn't need to ward his arm out, but his fingers flick at his sides. ]
...sounds big.