( not that yanagi could see in this darkness, but yukine's eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out who the stranger is. too bad it's ultimately a wasted effort. there's nothing to tie this voice to. )
Who are you?
( he asks as soon as he accepts the reality he won't be able to blindly guess this. he sounds considerably less friendly than usual.
when he speaks again, his voice is small and unsure. he knows he needs to get this person out but he couldn't even begin to figure out how. )
[ Hm. Well, time to smooth things over a bit. Who he is doesn't matter, right? ]
...Don't worry about it! I'm human, okay? Not a monster, or a ghost. See?
[ Following the voice, taking his hands off the concrete wall...
He reaches for Yukine, follows his arm, and holds his hand with both of his, lightly in case he injured his hands from trying to escape. They're smaller than Yukine's, but warm. He lets go, then leans back on the wall. ]
It's okay... We'll figure out something. Maybe this is just a bad dream. Who shoves people in boxes?
[ There's a grunt as Yanagi tries pushing against the ceiling, wondering if it's any different from the rest of their confines. ]
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We—? Who—?
( not that yanagi could see in this darkness, but yukine's eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out who the stranger is. too bad it's ultimately a wasted effort. there's nothing to tie this voice to. )
Who are you?
( he asks as soon as he accepts the reality he won't be able to blindly guess this. he sounds considerably less friendly than usual.
when he speaks again, his voice is small and unsure. he knows he needs to get this person out but he couldn't even begin to figure out how. )
I. . . I don't know.
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...Don't worry about it! I'm human, okay? Not a monster, or a ghost. See?
[ Following the voice, taking his hands off the concrete wall...
He reaches for Yukine, follows his arm, and holds his hand with both of his, lightly in case he injured his hands from trying to escape. They're smaller than Yukine's, but warm. He lets go, then leans back on the wall. ]
It's okay... We'll figure out something. Maybe this is just a bad dream. Who shoves people in boxes?
[ There's a grunt as Yanagi tries pushing against the ceiling, wondering if it's any different from the rest of their confines. ]