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sword boyfriend. (ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏxᴇʀ.) ([personal profile] desistor) wrote in [personal profile] tutorb 2018-02-27 07:59 am (UTC)

[Good thing Sandra's got a curiosity to occupy herself with, because it takes him at least that long to stop staring at get his wits back around him. A handful of long seconds, maybe more.

(Helps, maybe, to have done this sort of thing once before.)

For lack of anything better to do, he follows behind her as he recovers. Long legs catching up quickly as she ables onto the field, despite his slow pace and her head start. Neck craned to get a load of the surroundings—the general vague void, the odd patterns on the ground. There's a decidedly different feel to it. But it's still...strange, and quiet. Dark and confined and painted in vibrant colors, as if in direct contrast to the endless empty fields in the Transistor. Unbidden, a chill creeps up his spine.
]

"This?" [Parroted back, like he's still wrapping his head around it. That she sounds so casual about pulling him in for a visit. If only because...how is it, then, that this isn't a one-way street? He has little reason to doubt her certainty. But—not hard to guess why he might have a vested interest.] ...Sounds like you've had a lot of practice.

[Like she's done it plenty of times before, brought herself some company. Somehow. In a way...it's kind of nice to know she doesn't have to be alone, here. He, at least, can watch the world go by from his (imprisonment) vantage point. Sandra hardly has that option.]

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