This is, he supposes, different. And yet somewhat familiar.
He feels like he should know how these footsteps land on the floor, as though on a tether to reality that isn't really there. Maybe some other city, maybe two others. It feels like someone he shared a meal with at the food court of a mall or someone drawing on the sand. And yet.
He doesn't remember doing that, ever.
So the swordsman allows this new presence to approach, quiet, but as though air goes through vocal cords that aren't working, with somewhat loud bated breath.
When he does, he only tilts his head to aim his shades more directly at it, an arched eyebrow.] May I help you?
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This is, he supposes, different. And yet somewhat familiar.
He feels like he should know how these footsteps land on the floor, as though on a tether to reality that isn't really there. Maybe some other city, maybe two others. It feels like someone he shared a meal with at the food court of a mall or someone drawing on the sand. And yet.
He doesn't remember doing that, ever.
So the swordsman allows this new presence to approach, quiet, but as though air goes through vocal cords that aren't working, with somewhat loud bated breath.
When he does, he only tilts his head to aim his shades more directly at it, an arched eyebrow.] May I help you?