[he reaches, but there's really no chance of him being able to reach and stop the guy from going as he does. it leaves Manabu with his heart hammering in his throat, hand slowly dropping to his lap, skin tingling for want to do something.
obviously, Rezo's absence hits hard, and in that vaguest of senses...Manabu gets it. to some degree (just not the degree that is actually true to the situation, of course)...
he sighs, rubbing at his face. pressing on him won't help matters, and he surely won't learn anything useful, only make him angrier, make things harder...
he stares up at the ceiling. what...what is he supposed to do...?
Manabu doesn't do well idle, so he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a few breaths before pushing himself onto his feet.]
Ngh-!! [so dizzy... thankfully, he can keep a hand on the wall for balance and breathe through the nausea.
he takes careful steps, hand staying on the wall or piece of furniture along the path until he can get his back against the wall beside the bathroom, leaning against in with a huff.
he knows he can't just apologize or talk his way out of Grey being pissed, that's for sure. at least he...did something useful with his time while feeling rotten?]
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[he reaches, but there's really no chance of him being able to reach and stop the guy from going as he does. it leaves Manabu with his heart hammering in his throat, hand slowly dropping to his lap, skin tingling for want to do something.
obviously, Rezo's absence hits hard, and in that vaguest of senses...Manabu gets it. to some degree (just not the degree that is actually true to the situation, of course)...
he sighs, rubbing at his face. pressing on him won't help matters, and he surely won't learn anything useful, only make him angrier, make things harder...
he stares up at the ceiling. what...what is he supposed to do...?
Manabu doesn't do well idle, so he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, taking a few breaths before pushing himself onto his feet.]
Ngh-!! [so dizzy... thankfully, he can keep a hand on the wall for balance and breathe through the nausea.
he takes careful steps, hand staying on the wall or piece of furniture along the path until he can get his back against the wall beside the bathroom, leaning against in with a huff.
he knows he can't just apologize or talk his way out of Grey being pissed, that's for sure. at least he...did something useful with his time while feeling rotten?]