[ Winter's almost over, but a chill runs through Yoshiki all the same.
He doesn't stumble. He almost wishes he would. Just trip and fall and roll off the path, tumbling down some hidden drop away from the footsteps that keep shuffling closer. They don't sound right, those footsteps. They sound like something that only just learned how to walk even though it's not supposed to. ]
You ever...
[ He doesn't want to look at her. He can't look behind, or forward, or up, or to any side. There's a surreal smear over his feelings, as sticky as the foreign taste on the back of his tongue. ]
You ever see anything strange? Out there? [ He asks, with a voice he knows is his but hardly recognizes. ] Hear anything?
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He doesn't stumble. He almost wishes he would. Just trip and fall and roll off the path, tumbling down some hidden drop away from the footsteps that keep shuffling closer. They don't sound right, those footsteps. They sound like something that only just learned how to walk even though it's not supposed to. ]
You ever...
[ He doesn't want to look at her. He can't look behind, or forward, or up, or to any side. There's a surreal smear over his feelings, as sticky as the foreign taste on the back of his tongue. ]
You ever see anything strange? Out there? [ He asks, with a voice he knows is his but hardly recognizes. ] Hear anything?