Minoru got the hang of that far faster than Isamu did, but eventually, the older twin stopped feeling the need to hang on for dear life.
“I do believe I am starting to get the hang of this... maybe...”
What was much harder to get the hang of was the scenery. It felt so wrong. These were real recognizable places stripped bare and left to rot. The derelict buildings and crumbling overpasses, skeletons in the snow, blood splatter in places that had yet to be washed away... Jack lived here. No, Jack survived here. Living might not have been the best word to use.
The twins asked about this and that, about landmarks they knew from their own world, about people or lack thereof them. But things seemed a little more anxious when Minoru pointed and asked, “...hey, Jack. What’s that up there?”
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on 2020-12-19 10:39 pm (UTC)“I do believe I am starting to get the hang of this... maybe...”
What was much harder to get the hang of was the scenery. It felt so wrong. These were real recognizable places stripped bare and left to rot. The derelict buildings and crumbling overpasses, skeletons in the snow, blood splatter in places that had yet to be washed away... Jack lived here. No, Jack survived here. Living might not have been the best word to use.
The twins asked about this and that, about landmarks they knew from their own world, about people or lack thereof them. But things seemed a little more anxious when Minoru pointed and asked, “...hey, Jack. What’s that up there?”