[ he manages to lift his head, and aside from his clothes suddenly becoming all sandlogged and grimy and uncomfortable, he doesn't seem to be injured anywhere. sure, his entire self might feel a little sore, but that's only natural after being run over by a harmless pink plastic car in the middle of a soft desert.
he plays dead, though, until heisuke steps closer... crouches down, maybe... and there! tsurumaru immediately grasps heisuke's hands between his, looking into his eyes with renewed vigor. ]
BECAUSE HE'S LIKE SANO
he plays dead, though, until heisuke steps closer... crouches down, maybe... and there! tsurumaru immediately grasps heisuke's hands between his, looking into his eyes with renewed vigor. ]
That felt really nice.
[ it's too late to speed away, heisuke... ]
Can you do it again?