[ Something in his stare changes, fractionally, like he's gazed back at Haru for a few seconds too long. Blandly, he clears his throat again, dredging up all the equanimity that stills remains in his limbs. It's not shortchanging if he's the one who can't right himself properly. That imbalance exists, still, as Makoto engineers his own retreat. ]
Ah! Yeah. I'll be right back, then.
[ No more than a wan, wan smile slips from its facade before he's turned to allow Haru free rein to breathe underwater. The notion of his acquaintance as a semi-aquatic creature when languishing in the vicinity of the pool, for some reason, doesn't faze him.
Eventually, he's managed to tow himself back to the pool no worse for the wear, even if his psyche is on the fritz while he stretches, intentionally prolonging the affair until he has no choice but to speak up or bludgeon himself with his own self-consciousness. ]
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Ah! Yeah. I'll be right back, then.
[ No more than a wan, wan smile slips from its facade before he's turned to allow Haru free rein to breathe underwater. The notion of his acquaintance as a semi-aquatic creature when languishing in the vicinity of the pool, for some reason, doesn't faze him.
Eventually, he's managed to tow himself back to the pool no worse for the wear, even if his psyche is on the fritz while he stretches, intentionally prolonging the affair until he has no choice but to speak up or bludgeon himself with his own self-consciousness. ]
Are we going to have a race?