[Here's praying the meeting doesn't end in smoke and flames like the last godly encounter he had with Takaomi.
By the time they get to the carnival, he can finally count being halfway finished. This close to the start, he's still ready for everything to just be over.] Come on. [He doesn't take Senri's hand or arm, but assumes Senri is still attached to him. (god)
He weaves carefully through the phantom, existing non-existent, glancing back and forth at the booths. Alright, here. He stops at one to get them a fat, long loaf of salted pretzel on a stick, smothered in... well, he's hoping that's cheese. He also gets... Hm. He hates sweets, so he opts for a more sour tea, and he hands this off to Senri, too.
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By the time they get to the carnival, he can finally count being halfway finished. This close to the start, he's still ready for everything to just be over.] Come on. [He doesn't take Senri's hand or arm, but assumes Senri is still attached to him. (god)
He weaves carefully through the phantom, existing non-existent, glancing back and forth at the booths. Alright, here. He stops at one to get them a fat, long loaf of salted pretzel on a stick, smothered in... well, he's hoping that's cheese. He also gets... Hm. He hates sweets, so he opts for a more sour tea, and he hands this off to Senri, too.
It'll keep Senri's mouth shut.]
Games.