[man...can't he just walk next to him?! being loomed behind is weird!! makes him feel like he's being...walked...
like a dog.
sigh.
'home,' huh... well, better to call it that than be in a concrete room. but 'home' is...far away.
Manabu finds all the food-based energy starting to wear off just as the laundromat comes into view, and his legs threaten to turn to lead the moment he sees the damn stairs.
he grimaces, but he doesn't openly complain, just sucking in a breath to amp himself up and start the climb.
it's slow, and it's clear it bothers him that it is, but he refuses to say anything about it.]
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like a dog.
sigh.
'home,' huh... well, better to call it that than be in a concrete room. but 'home' is...far away.
Manabu finds all the food-based energy starting to wear off just as the laundromat comes into view, and his legs threaten to turn to lead the moment he sees the damn stairs.
he grimaces, but he doesn't openly complain, just sucking in a breath to amp himself up and start the climb.
it's slow, and it's clear it bothers him that it is, but he refuses to say anything about it.]