[ makoto's intimately acquainted with terror. third-rate slasher films usually induce at least one round of obtrusively shrill screaming from him, a fact that everyone on his team capitalizes on around halloween when bagging an easy prank win. withstanding nagisa's endeavors into parsing the validity of their old, supposedly haunted swim center took copious amounts of salt substitute (read: a sugar placebo in more ways than one), severe mental fortitude, and the limited span of haru's ramrod-straight back to keep himself from involuntarily flying off the handle every time the water pipes saw fit to rattle off a blithely chiming death toll. now that his brother and sister have recently expressed interest in the occult, he's living on borrowed time, much less a methodology for prayer as it is the wait for climacteric psychosis. framed as an idiom: the straw that will, inevitably, break the metaphysical camel's back.
when framed in that context, it's not strange at all that he's experiencing a weird sense of kinship with the kid sparring-slash-throttling the snowman bot in an act of misguided self-sacrifice. not even. ]
Um, it's okay? I don't think it wants to hurt anyone, it's just ... excited to see us?
pre-phase!
when framed in that context, it's not strange at all that he's experiencing a weird sense of kinship with the kid sparring-slash-throttling the snowman bot in an act of misguided self-sacrifice. not even. ]
Um, it's okay? I don't think it wants to hurt anyone, it's just ... excited to see us?
[ ADMITTEDLY UNSURE ... ]