[ Other than his cursed energy becoming a bit more palpable by the virtue of proximity and being in direct contact with the source, nothing really happens; the flow of it remains calm and steady in its enormity, oppressive but not hostile. He grips her hand back lightly — a careful hold mindful of her comfort — and chances a glance back at the attendant, smiling wryly at the thumbs-up he receives. Nothing for it but to continue then.
At least entering the tunnel distracts from the awkwardness of being forced to hold hands like this, the unusual surroundings catching and holding his attention as he looks around. The rocks sure appear... real and Yuta is caught in the uncertainty of not knowing whether to be impressed at all the effort that was put into this or suspicious because the logistics of that are not quite adding up in his head. He doesn't know enough about the entire place to be able to say either way.
So hearing his doubt voiced aloud makes him feel a touch better about being dubious. ]
It does look a little too realistic, doesn't it?
[ He's tempted to poke the walls himself, is in the middle of contemplating it and about to do it when his companion shakes their hands and speaks. Abruptly his gaze snaps back to her, eyes darting from her face down to where she's looking. ]
Huh? [ The dumbfounded noise leaves him as he tries and resoundingly fails to release her hand, his fingers don't budge, his palm doesn't lift. Their hands are stuck together and in the wake of that realization follows flustered incredulity. ] H-How is that possible!?
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At least entering the tunnel distracts from the awkwardness of being forced to hold hands like this, the unusual surroundings catching and holding his attention as he looks around. The rocks sure appear... real and Yuta is caught in the uncertainty of not knowing whether to be impressed at all the effort that was put into this or suspicious because the logistics of that are not quite adding up in his head. He doesn't know enough about the entire place to be able to say either way.
So hearing his doubt voiced aloud makes him feel a touch better about being dubious. ]
It does look a little too realistic, doesn't it?
[ He's tempted to poke the walls himself, is in the middle of contemplating it and about to do it when his companion shakes their hands and speaks. Abruptly his gaze snaps back to her, eyes darting from her face down to where she's looking. ]
Huh? [ The dumbfounded noise leaves him as he tries and resoundingly fails to release her hand, his fingers don't budge, his palm doesn't lift. Their hands are stuck together and in the wake of that realization follows flustered incredulity. ] H-How is that possible!?