it's different than tromping down some stairs at the back of a building. there's people about, living their lives. people who belong here. the feeling hits harder seeing it at street-level, gives him pause to just...watch.
the breeze of traffic rushing by rustles some of his hair, kicks up nostalgic smells, and makes his stomach knot and throat tighten.
Mom...are you doing okay? Is Shutaro still...
feeling his eyes start to sting prompts him to move, nearly right into Grey if he doesn't get a move on himself.]
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it's different than tromping down some stairs at the back of a building. there's people about, living their lives. people who belong here. the feeling hits harder seeing it at street-level, gives him pause to just...watch.
the breeze of traffic rushing by rustles some of his hair, kicks up nostalgic smells, and makes his stomach knot and throat tighten.
Mom...are you doing okay? Is Shutaro still...
feeling his eyes start to sting prompts him to move, nearly right into Grey if he doesn't get a move on himself.]