[Sousuke nods to the support of his decision. This is a strange place, he doesn’t know his way around, and there’s a chance something might happen. But breaking down and relying on someone else right now isn’t something he wants to deal with. It’s bad enough he knows he’s dead, doesn’t have any memories, and has to start thinking about the idea he’s going to either be “owned” by someone or have to partner with them for some unknown reason. Maybe it would be safer, more logical, to accept Makoto’s unspoken offer to room with him for the night… Or Sousuke’s just going to be really stubborn at the moment.
The further he walks from the park, the more he feels… drifting? Unconsciously, he draws closer to Makoto. Nearer to him, things seem to feel better, more solid. But when his steps start to carry him apart, that sensation of fading comes back. Mind a little hazier, harder to remember things. Tired. He’s just a shinki, a wandering soul. Makoto on the other hand is a god. Undefined versus defined. Part of him wonders if he’ll even make it through the night, or if he’ll simply fade away into the night without the strength and power of a god to hold him to this plane…
That thought actually nettles him more than he lets on and his eyes narrow, body tensing a little in refusal to let himself lose to either the fading or the borrowing. He’ll be fine. He’ll make it through the night and deal with all of this tomorrow.]
I guess we both have a lot to try and figure out. [His voice is softer now and his eyes alternate between gazing down at the road and up towards the darkening air.] I heard a lot today. [Not all of it he’s willing to believe. There’s one specifically he wants to tell Makoto, but… Does Makoto need that weight of worry on him right now?]
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The further he walks from the park, the more he feels… drifting? Unconsciously, he draws closer to Makoto. Nearer to him, things seem to feel better, more solid. But when his steps start to carry him apart, that sensation of fading comes back. Mind a little hazier, harder to remember things. Tired. He’s just a shinki, a wandering soul. Makoto on the other hand is a god. Undefined versus defined. Part of him wonders if he’ll even make it through the night, or if he’ll simply fade away into the night without the strength and power of a god to hold him to this plane…
That thought actually nettles him more than he lets on and his eyes narrow, body tensing a little in refusal to let himself lose to either the fading or the borrowing. He’ll be fine. He’ll make it through the night and deal with all of this tomorrow.]
I guess we both have a lot to try and figure out. [His voice is softer now and his eyes alternate between gazing down at the road and up towards the darkening air.] I heard a lot today. [Not all of it he’s willing to believe. There’s one specifically he wants to tell Makoto, but… Does Makoto need that weight of worry on him right now?]