[Leave it to Wataru to come up with something like that. Eichi can hardly reply at first, and he can hardly stay standing, doubling over on himself with coughs that he covers. But the eerie noise of things crawling up behind him has him straightening as much as he can. He has to answer fast.]
I should be able to manage that.
[There's no use telling him not to let him hold him back, as he would do this anyway, wouldn't he? He'd waste breath. At the very least, he can recognize that right now, turning to view where their backs had been pressed, the standees, and taking a couple of steps back to make it easier on Wataru to grab him and go. At least, he assumes it will be something like that.
His steps are incredibly unsteady.]
If I can at least have your back... [Then he'll be doing something. Of course he wants to try. There's a small little hand in one of the eye holes of the standees, and he swears he's seen a movie like this before.]
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I should be able to manage that.
[There's no use telling him not to let him hold him back, as he would do this anyway, wouldn't he? He'd waste breath. At the very least, he can recognize that right now, turning to view where their backs had been pressed, the standees, and taking a couple of steps back to make it easier on Wataru to grab him and go. At least, he assumes it will be something like that.
His steps are incredibly unsteady.]
If I can at least have your back... [Then he'll be doing something. Of course he wants to try. There's a small little hand in one of the eye holes of the standees, and he swears he's seen a movie like this before.]