[Those nannybots....were somewhat terrifying. Koumei closed his eyes, internally shuddering at their cloyingly sweet promises that were as sickening as the stench of rotting dates. He could visualize the path Chihiro was pointing out, and saw that there wasn't really any other option.]
I think I can manage, [he said, stepping closer to Chihiro for the sense of safety. Then, more pointedly:]
no subject
I think I can manage, [he said, stepping closer to Chihiro for the sense of safety. Then, more pointedly:]
Are you going to be okay? That....is quite high.