[ Whether unconscious or not, his eyes are trained on Sakura as leisurely strolls up at a ninety-degree angle, her ramrod-straight spine perpendicular with the trunk with an instinctive finesse — something felt rather than seen, something bizarre he can't pinpoint that draws his attention better than the amusement park ever did (although it might've just been the fear talking, as he'd been plenty mesmerized shrieking his head off in the ferris wheel and funhouse, respectively). Coming to a standstill mid-step, Makoto remains stationary, rooted at the spot until she pauses mid-climb to wave, and he takes the opportunity to cup his hands around his mouth and call out to her. ]
... Wow, that's really neat! How did you do that?
[ It's not exactly a helpless shrug, but he affects the nuances of one, head bobbing and eyes blown wide. ]
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... Wow, that's really neat! How did you do that?
[ It's not exactly a helpless shrug, but he affects the nuances of one, head bobbing and eyes blown wide. ]
Are you practicing for a magic show of some sort?