[Smoke drifts heavily around Takasugi's head. He doesn't linger for long in any locale, remaining stationary under such vibrant moonlight isn't an option. The sliver light brings life to the tangled roots that line and bisect the city streets, as if they could move at any moment.
The most he can do is stand off to the side of the path when a sight catches his eye, fixated on the view until it's shrouded in moonlight.
When a voice lilts into his ears, Takasugi doesn't expect to a body to be attached to it. Hallucinations like this have come to him before, voices of the past whispering in his ears.
Reminding him where he is. Surrounded by Amanto- As if he doesn't already perseverate on that very thought.
Looking down, seeing a face too familiar, too distant, Takasugi still can't be sure the boy is real.] They are.
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The most he can do is stand off to the side of the path when a sight catches his eye, fixated on the view until it's shrouded in moonlight.
When a voice lilts into his ears, Takasugi doesn't expect to a body to be attached to it. Hallucinations like this have come to him before, voices of the past whispering in his ears.
Reminding him where he is. Surrounded by Amanto- As if he doesn't already perseverate on that very thought.
Looking down, seeing a face too familiar, too distant, Takasugi still can't be sure the boy is real.] They are.
Are they like you thought they'd be?