[FIRST - IMPRESSIVE. Kaoru's a little startled to see Tsurumaru escape his true destiny as a decoration on the theater lobby's wall so smoothly! And also startled to see his clothing do... the thing. The weird thing. "Well, now" seems like a succinct way to sum all of that up... But Kaoru's attention snaps over toward the bot swarm before a response even comes to mind, because living in a city with an assassinbot squad trains a person to be on the lookout. The good news is, these ones don't have guns! The bad news, giant paddles??
It's in the middle of a very important mental debate (to run or not to run when running in a kimono is so very indelicate) that Kaoru is suddenly scooped up instead, which sure does neatly remove one problem-]
Ah—!
[-And causes another one because THIS STRANGER IS REALLY CLOSE. Disapproval! Discomfort!! A general sound of distress!
But there's not much room for complaint in such a freak situation, since this punk seems to be squirrely enough to escape a herd of rogue S&M bots without much effort. Hopefully. Hopefully. So congrats, Tsurumaru has now obtained one kind samaritan who latches on in a sort of delicate way, like there's simultaneous attempts at holding on and keeping distance going on here. But a stupid Mufasa-like death would be better off avoided too, so HOLDING ON IT IS.
Kaoru isn't a totally useless passenger either, luckily for the both of them. After only a couple seconds of running, one hand disentangles itself from whatever swath of funky origami fabric it had been grasping to point off in the direction of a darkened corridor leading toward one of the screening rooms.]
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It's in the middle of a very important mental debate (to run or not to run when running in a kimono is so very indelicate) that Kaoru is suddenly scooped up instead, which sure does neatly remove one problem-]
Ah—!
[-And causes another one because THIS STRANGER IS REALLY CLOSE. Disapproval! Discomfort!! A general sound of distress!
But there's not much room for complaint in such a freak situation, since this punk seems to be squirrely enough to escape a herd of rogue S&M bots without much effort. Hopefully. Hopefully. So congrats, Tsurumaru has now obtained one kind samaritan who latches on in a sort of delicate way, like there's simultaneous attempts at holding on and keeping distance going on here. But a stupid Mufasa-like death would be better off avoided too, so HOLDING ON IT IS.
Kaoru isn't a totally useless passenger either, luckily for the both of them. After only a couple seconds of running, one hand disentangles itself from whatever swath of funky origami fabric it had been grasping to point off in the direction of a darkened corridor leading toward one of the screening rooms.]
There are more to the left!