[If Kuzuryuu were a shell so help her she would slap him back to consciousness.
But she really can't tell from here. Her expression grows more pinched as the hand holding the bag starts to shake. She could just leave it here. Someone else could explain to him what happened, reassure him that none of it was real. All of them would be better at comforting him than she would.
But he's her young master. She owes him the nothing less but to try. A deep breath, then she ventures into the aisle itself, approaching slowly.
Then she tries to slide into the seat next to him, fumbling a bit with it since she doesn't want to take her eyes off him. Honestly, she'd be more comfortable standing, but she shouldn't be at a higher level than him, especially not when addressing him.]
Young master...? [she repeats, a bit of a catch to her voice, but louder. If he doesn't respond to that, she'll lift her free hand to try touching his shoulder.]
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But she really can't tell from here. Her expression grows more pinched as the hand holding the bag starts to shake. She could just leave it here. Someone else could explain to him what happened, reassure him that none of it was real. All of them would be better at comforting him than she would.
But he's her young master. She owes him the nothing less but to try. A deep breath, then she ventures into the aisle itself, approaching slowly.
Then she tries to slide into the seat next to him, fumbling a bit with it since she doesn't want to take her eyes off him. Honestly, she'd be more comfortable standing, but she shouldn't be at a higher level than him, especially not when addressing him.]
Young master...? [she repeats, a bit of a catch to her voice, but louder. If he doesn't respond to that, she'll lift her free hand to try touching his shoulder.]