[ the party atmosphere seems muted as kizuna crosses by him to turn down the volume and time itself seems to slow down... memories come back as quickly as they had apparently left, like color being brought to a picture in grayscale.
so as he continues to stare, robin nods dumbly in agreement--- to the questions despite there being two of them with opposing before realizing: ]
I... get me out of here.
[ he grabs onto kizuna's side, pressing his forehead against his stomach. please. ]
no subject
so as he continues to stare, robin nods dumbly in agreement--- to the questions despite there being two of them with opposing before realizing: ]
I... get me out of here.
[ he grabs onto kizuna's side, pressing his forehead against his stomach. please. ]