[His memories of the gardens and the conservatory are a bit...hmm, mixed. But everyone's making such a commotion about both places that Yu can't help feeling curious about it all, so -- here he is, testing out some of the foods, checking out new areas.
It's still so disorienting, realizing it's all fake. The sky above, the feel of fresh air on his cheeks. Fake.
Not his favorite thing about this place.
He's just finished washing up --the fruits are juicy to the point of messiness-- when he feels hands bunch in his shirt, pushing him back against the wall, and at first all he can say is,] What--
[... But he knows that voice, doesn't he? That stature. And in spite of himself, in spite of the shock he feels, the surprised, incredulous way he says:] Naoto?
[...he actually looks really, really glad to see her.
just throwing another one on the sex pollen pile LMAO
It's still so disorienting, realizing it's all fake. The sky above, the feel of fresh air on his cheeks. Fake.
Not his favorite thing about this place.
He's just finished washing up --the fruits are juicy to the point of messiness-- when he feels hands bunch in his shirt, pushing him back against the wall, and at first all he can say is,] What--
[... But he knows that voice, doesn't he? That stature. And in spite of himself, in spite of the shock he feels, the surprised, incredulous way he says:] Naoto?
[...he actually looks really, really glad to see her.
Glad and maybe concerned.]