[ He's every bit as scattershot and jittery as he was before, but that unease settles when he recognizes the voice and attributes a very-familiar face to that very-familiar tone. It's a welcome diversion of attention from the pile of blank looks that he's found himself buried in, and accordingly, Atsushi's expression turns... not-quite-happy, but far more at ease when he feels Kashuu's grip around his arm. ]
—Kashuu-kun? It's really you, isn't it...?
[ WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE, DINGUS... but it's still a strange feeling, to suddenly remember 'leaving' a place that feels like he was in just yesterday.
That aside, let's actually get to standing, though. Patting himself off, he hoverhands over Kashuu's chest with both hands, as if he's afraid that someone might jump out of Kashuu's stomach and yell psyche. ]
This... [ A brief gesture to the bodies. ] What happened here...?
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—Kashuu-kun? It's really you, isn't it...?
[ WHO ELSE WOULD IT BE, DINGUS... but it's still a strange feeling, to suddenly remember 'leaving' a place that feels like he was in just yesterday.
That aside, let's actually get to standing, though. Patting himself off, he hoverhands over Kashuu's chest with both hands, as if he's afraid that someone might jump out of Kashuu's stomach and yell psyche. ]
This... [ A brief gesture to the bodies. ] What happened here...?