[With uneven steps, the recollection of Takasugi peels from the door and travels deeper into the darkness. The pair standing watch won't need to follow, the hallway stretched before them, wood pattern shifting under their feet as the scene continues.
The drunk opens another door - Mister, are you okay? Your eyes are red. He straightens. Mister, are you lost? He shuts the door.
It isn't much of a scene.
But he remembers, vaguely, this part - when that question, "are you lost", had made his gut ache. A pang of something he'd written off as vomit. He does the same now.]
Aa. And what are you planning on getting away with here? [He picks up the conversation he'd intended to have with Katsura, before this interference.]
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The drunk opens another door - Mister, are you okay? Your eyes are red. He straightens. Mister, are you lost? He shuts the door.
It isn't much of a scene.
But he remembers, vaguely, this part - when that question, "are you lost", had made his gut ache. A pang of something he'd written off as vomit. He does the same now.]
Aa. And what are you planning on getting away with here? [He picks up the conversation he'd intended to have with Katsura, before this interference.]