[ He has to take a moment and seriously contemplate on whether he wants to extend hand holding rights to anybody else besides Cater.
But, in the end, he takes it, scarred hand in scarred hand and pulling her off towards the town in with the confident stride of somebody who knows where he's going, but also the constant glancing around of somebody who does not. He hasn't been out here before, okay, there is just a general idea of where he wants to go. ]
[Her grip stays firm, but submissive, letting him take the lead without letting him go completely. It's... strange, almost, to have his hand in hers and not to have to fight for it.]
Has it been like this out here the whole time you've been here? With the castles and the forest?
[ Kano has a wet noodle grip, selfishly forcing Hikaru to hold on for as long as she wants to, but liable to slip away otherwise. He definitely isn't somebody used to hand holding, or knowing how hard to squeeze is too hard and so he doesn't. ]
Yep, sure was! Kinda obvious, isn't it? Like, the one place back there that was always there, but we could never reach it?
[You are incredibly lucky that she hasn't actually looked around the house in this thread because she'll straight up believe this until she sees what the living are doing. Congrats.
She will hold, then! She is too much of a tomboy to lace their fingers together so he is safe from that much commitment. As long as he isn't actively pulling away from her, she keeps her grip right where it is, content.]
Do you just never leave that big white house all that much? You look like you're... [lost.] --looking for something.
[ He hates leaving home; he would happily lock himself in his bedroom and lie around and do nothing all day, that really is the ideal. But there is no such rest being dead. ]
I sure am looking for something, though! Coulda sworn it was on main street. Let me know if you spot the jailhouse?
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But, in the end, he takes it, scarred hand in scarred hand and pulling her off towards the town in with the confident stride of somebody who knows where he's going, but also the constant glancing around of somebody who does not. He hasn't been out here before, okay, there is just a general idea of where he wants to go. ]
me going WEHHH into the microphone
Has it been like this out here the whole time you've been here? With the castles and the forest?
the microphone wehs back
Yep, sure was! Kinda obvious, isn't it? Like, the one place back there that was always there, but we could never reach it?
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She will hold, then! She is too much of a tomboy to lace their fingers together so he is safe from that much commitment. As long as he isn't actively pulling away from her, she keeps her grip right where it is, content.]
Do you just never leave that big white house all that much? You look like you're... [lost.] --looking for something.
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[ He hates leaving home; he would happily lock himself in his bedroom and lie around and do nothing all day, that really is the ideal. But there is no such rest being dead. ]
I sure am looking for something, though! Coulda sworn it was on main street. Let me know if you spot the jailhouse?
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[She squints, looking around. This town is so colorful, it's hard to imagine them having a jail...]
Did it have a sign or anything? Or the weird bars in the windows?