[ And for the first few seconds, Makoto is also wondering why someone had just ruined her take. Her head whips around, tail angrily lashing behind her as she scanned the surrounding faces to see who'd had the audacity to interrupt the Dragon Lord--
[ Wait, she knows that voice. ]
Akira?!
[ As soon as she sees him, her entire demeanor changes. The arms akimbo bravado she'd been carrying herself with drains away in an instant, replaced with an even mix of relief and confusion. Forgetting the scene entirely, she quickly jogs across the set towards the familiar face. Her eyes stay fixed on him as she closes the distance - scrutinizing him for out-of-place details that might suggest it wasn't actually him, while also looking for any sign of injury or mistreatment that he might have suffered to confirm he was alright if it was. ]
Is it really you?
[ It looked and sounded like him, but everything she'd seen up to his point had been so surreal ... ]
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[ Wait, she knows that voice. ]
Akira?!
[ As soon as she sees him, her entire demeanor changes. The arms akimbo bravado she'd been carrying herself with drains away in an instant, replaced with an even mix of relief and confusion. Forgetting the scene entirely, she quickly jogs across the set towards the familiar face. Her eyes stay fixed on him as she closes the distance - scrutinizing him for out-of-place details that might suggest it wasn't actually him, while also looking for any sign of injury or mistreatment that he might have suffered to confirm he was alright if it was. ]
Is it really you?
[ It looked and sounded like him, but everything she'd seen up to his point had been so surreal ... ]