[and a new friendship was forged that day between Cat and Hobo. also scours the FAQ for the answer to this question AND ACCIDENTALLY DOESN'T FIND THE RIGHT ANSWER AT FIRST, SIGHS!!]
[Akira slows to a stop once he is asked, eyes fluttering shut as he tilts his head back, searching through the recesses of his mind for those familiar presences always hovering at the edge of his consciousness. he can sense them even now, familiar and comforting, like his own personal army. but. . .]
[. . . they feel too distant for him to reach. and even as he tries to grasp at them, to pull them forth as he does so many times in the past, he finds himself falling just short]
[he frowns, brows knitted]
. . . no.
[WAIT ISN'T THIS HIS DREAM, THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE?? don't mind him as he mutters a grumbled complaint to himself, still loud enough for WWX to hear]
Come on, subconscious. You know better than that. . .
scrubs the slate clean NOTHING TO SEE HERE
[Akira slows to a stop once he is asked, eyes fluttering shut as he tilts his head back, searching through the recesses of his mind for those familiar presences always hovering at the edge of his consciousness. he can sense them even now, familiar and comforting, like his own personal army. but. . .]
[. . . they feel too distant for him to reach. and even as he tries to grasp at them, to pull them forth as he does so many times in the past, he finds himself falling just short]
[he frowns, brows knitted]
. . . no.
[WAIT ISN'T THIS HIS DREAM, THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE?? don't mind him as he mutters a grumbled complaint to himself, still loud enough for WWX to hear]
Come on, subconscious. You know better than that. . .