[Manabu has to rock up on his toes to get his arm securely over Grey's shoulder and let himself get conveyed, remembering to squeeze his eyes shut against the headrush. no sooner are his feet set back on solid ground than he blinks them back open, flicking his gaze around while leaning against the fence and letting Grey go, silent for a beat longer after their bodies have settled and he can strain his ears to hear for suspicious sound beyond the ambience of night.
after some vehicles buzz by in the distance:] We should be good. Let's move!
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after some vehicles buzz by in the distance:] We should be good. Let's move!