She sticks to her side, he sticks to his, as if that invisible buffer zone of air between them is as solid as a wall. It's a question that R hasn't really given much thought of until now - to be honest, he'd just been grateful he wouldn't have to be a zombie anymore. "The Escort said they were getting tired of the, um, the zombie thing. Said it's same-old."
He pauses. His ability to hold onto moments, memories, is much better. He starts to realize his Escort for all her weird quirks was trying to help him in her own way.
"She said I'd get more fans," he finishes, feeling lame and self-conscious because he's thought of himself as dead, but not as rotting as the others. He'd thought that a fleshy, pink him could be...attractive. "It's not like I'd say no to a Cure."
The elevator's doors slide open, revealing the first floor. Exchanging looks with Eponine, R steps out first, holding his breath for any attacks, his heart thundering. The shadows seem to stretch toward him and throb in a way they hadn't back when he was a corpse.
btw R will have a donut to deliver her like in an IC day :3
He pauses. His ability to hold onto moments, memories, is much better. He starts to realize his Escort for all her weird quirks was trying to help him in her own way.
"She said I'd get more fans," he finishes, feeling lame and self-conscious because he's thought of himself as dead, but not as rotting as the others. He'd thought that a fleshy, pink him could be...attractive. "It's not like I'd say no to a Cure."
The elevator's doors slide open, revealing the first floor. Exchanging looks with Eponine, R steps out first, holding his breath for any attacks, his heart thundering. The shadows seem to stretch toward him and throb in a way they hadn't back when he was a corpse.