(something so serene washes over. manjiro, ever water-like, has been flowing from a drizzle of gloom to the gentle run of a stream. at times, anxiety pulls, he retreats a little, listening to the thoughts that knock on the windows of his mind - until they make their way down the sea of thoughts and he can take things on his own pace.
right this moment? he feels like a lake. calm, serene, awaiting for the storm he sees in the horizon, but nevertheless still.
he too squeezes the hand, laughs a low chuckle at the thought. it's a nice one, even if manjiro feels like this place has a tendency to want to prove them wrong.
he hopes the feeling of reaching the ocean after fighting current doesn't leave him.)
You won't. We'll go there, you distract him, and I'll help as I figure out how this 'Doctor' thing works. Does he have that insufferable thing that you don't get hit when I hit you?
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right this moment? he feels like a lake. calm, serene, awaiting for the storm he sees in the horizon, but nevertheless still.
he too squeezes the hand, laughs a low chuckle at the thought. it's a nice one, even if manjiro feels like this place has a tendency to want to prove them wrong.
he hopes the feeling of reaching the ocean after fighting current doesn't leave him.)
You won't. We'll go there, you distract him, and I'll help as I figure out how this 'Doctor' thing works. Does he have that insufferable thing that you don't get hit when I hit you?