[Chuuya has had just about enough of this bullshit lately, so he’ll jump at the chance to break this illusion and get the fuck back home. With little regard for what might be lurking in the shadows, Chuuya feels along the startlingly real corridor, searching for any kind of break in the illusion.
And voila, out of nowhere a door appears, standing ominously and beckoning Chuuya to open it.
Except this isn’t his memory, so it only feels right to let Atsushi do it.]
You ready?
[He can’t imagine Atsushi wanting to linger here, but he might as well ask.]
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[Chuuya has had just about enough of this bullshit lately, so he’ll jump at the chance to break this illusion and get the fuck back home. With little regard for what might be lurking in the shadows, Chuuya feels along the startlingly real corridor, searching for any kind of break in the illusion.
And voila, out of nowhere a door appears, standing ominously and beckoning Chuuya to open it.
Except this isn’t his memory, so it only feels right to let Atsushi do it.]
You ready?
[He can’t imagine Atsushi wanting to linger here, but he might as well ask.]