Of course Reyson can fly. He's got wings. It doesn't matter that it ought to be impossible aerodynamically. Everything about all of this is impossible, but there is a sort of logic to it all the same.
But Yoshiki's hardly thinking about that. He's staring up at Reyson from where he sits on the bench, but it's a different sort of staring than normal. Soft wonder transforms his face, stripping out all the clinging signs of worry and tension.
Who hasn't ever daydreamed about flying? Who hasn't watched birds and wanted, even just for a minute, to know what it's like to be that free?
this is yoshiki's general life strategy already call that synergy
But Yoshiki's hardly thinking about that. He's staring up at Reyson from where he sits on the bench, but it's a different sort of staring than normal. Soft wonder transforms his face, stripping out all the clinging signs of worry and tension.
Who hasn't ever daydreamed about flying? Who hasn't watched birds and wanted, even just for a minute, to know what it's like to be that free?
"That's amazin'," he says, quietly sincere.