[ Radishes are always a welcome distraction from the very harsh reality of their situation, as are girls who've fallen (quite literally) into similar predicaments. Atsushi always thrives when he's not the only person he has to focus his attention on, so he's glad for another face, glad for another person that he can try, as clumsy as he is, to communicate with. ]
Hey...! D, don't worry— I'll be right out.
[ After he battles these errant limbs and— jesus, yes, that's a hand slipping right up his now-loose shirt. Clamping down on a yelp, he struggles gainfully towards Chihiro, toppling rather ungracefully onto his stomach and out of the mountain of would-be corpses. ]
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Hey...! D, don't worry— I'll be right out.
[ After he battles these errant limbs and— jesus, yes, that's a hand slipping right up his now-loose shirt. Clamping down on a yelp, he struggles gainfully towards Chihiro, toppling rather ungracefully onto his stomach and out of the mountain of would-be corpses. ]