Don't know, don't care. I've learned not to fight the shit that shows up around here. [He'll explain later but for now Ichiro just wants to get as much distance between them and the creature as he can.
Once they are a good ways away, no longer able to see the humanoid figure over his shoulder, Ichiro slows to a stop. Then he can finally take a good, long look at Kuko. He looks similar enough to the last time they saw each other but there are slight changes that not even Ichiro's subconscious would be aware of, and where Ichiro is grabbing him is solid. Warm.
This Kuko is real.
The realization leaves Ichiro's mind blank, speechless. He can only continue staring before he finally snaps out of it and releases Kuko's arm as if it suddenly burned.] Uh - sorry.
[The awkwardness settles in. The juxtaposition of wanting to fall into their familiar banter all over again versus not knowing how Kuko feels about him in this moment. It's the worst.]
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Once they are a good ways away, no longer able to see the humanoid figure over his shoulder, Ichiro slows to a stop. Then he can finally take a good, long look at Kuko. He looks similar enough to the last time they saw each other but there are slight changes that not even Ichiro's subconscious would be aware of, and where Ichiro is grabbing him is solid. Warm.
This Kuko is real.
The realization leaves Ichiro's mind blank, speechless. He can only continue staring before he finally snaps out of it and releases Kuko's arm as if it suddenly burned.] Uh - sorry.
[The awkwardness settles in. The juxtaposition of wanting to fall into their familiar banter all over again versus not knowing how Kuko feels about him in this moment. It's the worst.]