[If Eichi could see Wataru's leg, he'd be even worse off than he is now, panicking over the bleeding. But even ignorant of it, he feels his heart struggling to keep up. It beats slower, heavier, delayed some times and skipping others, and it's harder to take in breaths. Like he has less and less lung to work with as he goes, struggling to keep his head as high as he'd like to as they move.
Little elf legs might not be able to keep up with Wataru, even at a lesser pace, but with Eichi quite literally holding them back the more that they go, it's becoming more of a worry. It feels like even his vision is spotting in and out sometimes, and he wonders briefly if keeping his eyes open matters if he can't actually see through them reliably.
The Eichi-kun gauge that I've decided he has at least on this TDM beeps, next, and that's the sign Eichi needs to lessen his grip on Wataru's hand, like he wants him to let go. He's worried about holding him back, and he's not sure he can even afford the oxygen to wheeze out any of this, or any advice, either.
Meanwhile, the decorations are everywhere behind them, the elves don't hesitate, and Wataru's long hair seems like an equally great target for any of those left high enough, on shelves, on displays, stretching out whenever he's not looking. The rest of the mall is so close, though...]
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Little elf legs might not be able to keep up with Wataru, even at a lesser pace, but with Eichi quite literally holding them back the more that they go, it's becoming more of a worry. It feels like even his vision is spotting in and out sometimes, and he wonders briefly if keeping his eyes open matters if he can't actually see through them reliably.
The Eichi-kun gauge that I've decided he has at least on this TDM beeps, next, and that's the sign Eichi needs to lessen his grip on Wataru's hand, like he wants him to let go. He's worried about holding him back, and he's not sure he can even afford the oxygen to wheeze out any of this, or any advice, either.
Meanwhile, the decorations are everywhere behind them, the elves don't hesitate, and Wataru's long hair seems like an equally great target for any of those left high enough, on shelves, on displays, stretching out whenever he's not looking. The rest of the mall is so close, though...]