[Manabu draws a couple bracing breaths, taking stock of how he feels in the moment. his legs are sore, but not spent; his hearing is a bit stifled by the fabric of the cap, but he can still hear plenty, albeit muted; his back aches a bit with the complaint of his tail pinned down, but it won't slow him up beyond the wobbly disorientation of moving without it (honestly, it's like he forgot he could balance his body perfectly fine without it his entire life).
not optimal, but not a death sentence. if he considers this his baseline, then he can worry about anything new along the line accordingly.
he feels at the deep pocket of the coat where the gun rests, then nods. ready as he can be, all things considered...
with a hand on the alley wall beside him, Manabu follows Grey's lead, trusting him to manage their pathway ahead.]
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not optimal, but not a death sentence. if he considers this his baseline, then he can worry about anything new along the line accordingly.
he feels at the deep pocket of the coat where the gun rests, then nods. ready as he can be, all things considered...
with a hand on the alley wall beside him, Manabu follows Grey's lead, trusting him to manage their pathway ahead.]