[ A protective feeling thrums within him, one that he projects onto Chatterclock. Like an arm around your shoulders. If his new friend is shuffling into his shadow, then Yu is looping an arm around him to draw him close and into the light.
It'll be alright.
This he thinks, but doesn't project across their link. Just lets it suffuse their shared pool of feelings, bracing and strong.
They're both exhausted, and Yu starts to feel that particular tiredness that creeps in with the promise of safety. But he can't let his guard down yet, and the idea of stopping makes him itchy. Even on the third floor. If they got found by anything before Yosuke got here, he could still die, even against something lower level. Chatterclock wouldn't be alone - Yosuke would find the sword by his body - but, well ... why even pursue that line of thought when he can just keep them both safe?
So he keeps hobbling, renewed determination helping him pull air into his heavy chest, and murmurs aloud: ]
It's alright. He'll find us.
[ There's a certain quality to his voice. It's not fondness, though he is very fond of Yosuke, as he is of all his friends. It's a kind of steel. The absolute certainty of his trust in his best friend.
They reach the stairs for the second floor, and bounding down them, harried and pissed as a wet cat, is Yosuke Hanamura.
Yu and Yosuke pause, staring at each other, Yu on the third floor and Yosuke halfway down the stairs.
Then Yu smiles, lifting a hand in greeting and murmuring hey; which Yosuke takes as his cue to practically leap down the rest of the stairs and very nearly crash into his friend, though he's actually a good deal more gentle than one might expect, given the absolute hellfire in his face. ]
"You stupid-- we thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how worried we were? And Dojima's going to kill me if he finds out what you did! Twice! Since I tried convincing him that you'd just come over my place but I'm pretty sure he knows I'm lying and is thinking up ways to skin me and holy shit, what did you do to your leg?"
[ Yu is quiet, murmuring faint apologies, while Yosuke rages and fusses and pulls the arm Yu hasn't got preoccupied with Chatterclock over his shoulders so he can start walking them back up the stairs. Over their mental connection, Yu floats a few deeply amused (and somewhat contrite) words. ]
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It'll be alright.
This he thinks, but doesn't project across their link. Just lets it suffuse their shared pool of feelings, bracing and strong.
They're both exhausted, and Yu starts to feel that particular tiredness that creeps in with the promise of safety. But he can't let his guard down yet, and the idea of stopping makes him itchy. Even on the third floor. If they got found by anything before Yosuke got here, he could still die, even against something lower level. Chatterclock wouldn't be alone - Yosuke would find the sword by his body - but, well ... why even pursue that line of thought when he can just keep them both safe?
So he keeps hobbling, renewed determination helping him pull air into his heavy chest, and murmurs aloud: ]
It's alright. He'll find us.
[ There's a certain quality to his voice. It's not fondness, though he is very fond of Yosuke, as he is of all his friends. It's a kind of steel. The absolute certainty of his trust in his best friend.
They reach the stairs for the second floor, and bounding down them, harried and pissed as a wet cat, is Yosuke Hanamura.
Yu and Yosuke pause, staring at each other, Yu on the third floor and Yosuke halfway down the stairs.
Then Yu smiles, lifting a hand in greeting and murmuring hey; which Yosuke takes as his cue to practically leap down the rest of the stairs and very nearly crash into his friend, though he's actually a good deal more gentle than one might expect, given the absolute hellfire in his face. ]
"You stupid-- we thought you were dead! Do you have any idea how worried we were? And Dojima's going to kill me if he finds out what you did! Twice! Since I tried convincing him that you'd just come over my place but I'm pretty sure he knows I'm lying and is thinking up ways to skin me and holy shit, what did you do to your leg?"
[ Yu is quiet, murmuring faint apologies, while Yosuke rages and fusses and pulls the arm Yu hasn't got preoccupied with Chatterclock over his shoulders so he can start walking them back up the stairs. Over their mental connection, Yu floats a few deeply amused (and somewhat contrite) words. ]
Chatterclock, this is Yosuke. My best friend.