[his steps are a little slower than normal, not quite hesitant but measured as he takes in the scene, the shrine as it's meant to be-- like normal, back when there was a normal. not desecrated and unnerving.
is this just another hallucination? but those hadn't spoken, and this is certainly his voice, apparently all too real.]
Tenka...?
[his voice is soft at first, almost uncertain, but...
no. there's no way this is something real. it's a memory from the past again, or another vision; this is something he couldn't ever truly come back to. and if it's only a vision, then...
shirasu breathes out a familiar sigh, shaking his head as he takes a seat and runs fingers through his messy, headband-less hair.]
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is this just another hallucination? but those hadn't spoken, and this is certainly his voice, apparently all too real.]
Tenka...?
[his voice is soft at first, almost uncertain, but...
no. there's no way this is something real. it's a memory from the past again, or another vision; this is something he couldn't ever truly come back to. and if it's only a vision, then...
shirasu breathes out a familiar sigh, shaking his head as he takes a seat and runs fingers through his messy, headband-less hair.]
Soramaru will scold you, you know.