(At least give me something to work with, damn it!)
[ but instead of milling on it any longer, neku grits his teeth and decides to just start running. if he's learned anything recently, it's that he should never be a sitting duck when faced with a threat, even if said threat is a pastel bat.
traverse town's architecture is strikingly different than shibuya's, he notices as he passes by dangling streetlamps and low-hanging rooftops. he doesn't have them now, but he'd had the assistance of psychs to help him get around in unorthodox ways back home... hm. ]
Am I supposed to try... flying or something? Like, using my imagination?
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[ but instead of milling on it any longer, neku grits his teeth and decides to just start running. if he's learned anything recently, it's that he should never be a sitting duck when faced with a threat, even if said threat is a pastel bat.
traverse town's architecture is strikingly different than shibuya's, he notices as he passes by dangling streetlamps and low-hanging rooftops. he doesn't have them now, but he'd had the assistance of psychs to help him get around in unorthodox ways back home... hm. ]
Am I supposed to try... flying or something? Like, using my imagination?