[It's fine, but he doesn't bother with any effort to say that. There's only a quiet squeeze of his fingers into the back of her shirt. It's the same kind of quiet gesture that he'd use with Ken, back when they used to be hunting down mafia- the kind of gesture used for when words are too dangerous.]
[The simplest actions are often the best, and he's skilled as a shinki for a reason. The second he has some room between himself and the building, his hand snaps out to draw a bright borderline inbetween them. It's a strong wall, shimmering like water and the same blue. Not even a moment when it's gone up, he's reaching out to grab his phone. A few quick taps...]
[All he needs to do is draw up a map, and then him and Nanako can teleport elsewhere. The world's worst game of tag.]
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[The simplest actions are often the best, and he's skilled as a shinki for a reason. The second he has some room between himself and the building, his hand snaps out to draw a bright borderline inbetween them. It's a strong wall, shimmering like water and the same blue. Not even a moment when it's gone up, he's reaching out to grab his phone. A few quick taps...]
[All he needs to do is draw up a map, and then him and Nanako can teleport elsewhere. The world's worst game of tag.]