[ it's a strange feeling, to feel both lost yet found—a tourist in her own home, so to speak. just as kisame doesn't know how to reconcile this with what he knows, so too, does shinobu find it difficult to settle her thoughts and emotions. people move around them seamlessly, and she wonders how easy it would be to get swept up in the crowd; would she find her way back? would she even want to?
it's almost too much. her throat feels too tight all of a sudden. ]
I don't see why there wouldn't be.
[ she reaches out then, slow enough for him to track the movement, and curls her arm gently around his. she is careful to only touch his arm warmers rather than his skin; they've already experienced the empathy bond before, but there's too much going on within herself at the moment, and she knows the same could be said for him. but she is here and so is he, and sometimes perhaps that is comfort enough in and of itself. ]
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it's almost too much. her throat feels too tight all of a sudden. ]
I don't see why there wouldn't be.
[ she reaches out then, slow enough for him to track the movement, and curls her arm gently around his. she is careful to only touch his arm warmers rather than his skin; they've already experienced the empathy bond before, but there's too much going on within herself at the moment, and she knows the same could be said for him. but she is here and so is he, and sometimes perhaps that is comfort enough in and of itself. ]
Shall we go find it?