[The longer he explores, the more persistent and insidious those whispers become. as they remind him of all the ways he's fallen short. He continues to bear with them. They can't be real; it must be another of the tricks of this so-called resort. He doesn't enjoy the experience, but worse things have been said and done to him. Nonetheless, he's unusually on edge, and his arm aches. It's maddening, as so many things are here, but he needs to find out more about this place. He needs to return to where he's supposed to be.
Enji doesn't have the heightened senses Hawks does, and Hawks' stealth is impressive. Yet Enji is perceptive; the way the light and shadows move across the water and the walls, along with the faintest sound, alert him to someone's approach shortly before Hawks rounds the corner. He stops short, falling still save for the flickering of his flames. He's not alarmed, but alert. It's possible this could be another of the maintenance workers, but he can't afford to make assumptions in such a hostile situation.
When he hears his name, his eyes widen at the sound of the familiar voice. His flames rise higher, his chest tightening as he remembers the last time he saw the other hero. He's been deeply concerned, and not without reason.]
Hawks—?
[Is the voice real, or another illusion? Either way, Enji isn't one to back down. He turns decisively, starting towards the sound.]
hellooo, i have missed threading with you! <3
Enji doesn't have the heightened senses Hawks does, and Hawks' stealth is impressive. Yet Enji is perceptive; the way the light and shadows move across the water and the walls, along with the faintest sound, alert him to someone's approach shortly before Hawks rounds the corner. He stops short, falling still save for the flickering of his flames. He's not alarmed, but alert. It's possible this could be another of the maintenance workers, but he can't afford to make assumptions in such a hostile situation.
When he hears his name, his eyes widen at the sound of the familiar voice. His flames rise higher, his chest tightening as he remembers the last time he saw the other hero. He's been deeply concerned, and not without reason.]
Hawks—?
[Is the voice real, or another illusion? Either way, Enji isn't one to back down. He turns decisively, starting towards the sound.]