There was a bit of a pause as Sanzo watched Koumyou turn and cheerfully walk back towards the train. He felt that strange sensation once more returning as he looked at the large convoy—the urge to follow along and get on board.
He didn't trust it. It felt too strange, too contrived. And yet, despite himself, he found himself taking a hesitant step forward. Silently following behind his masters' playful gate just as he once had remembered himself doing so many years ago. Listening almost nostalgically to his complaints, little flashbacks of similar words spoken so many years ago echoing through his head.
He didn't like this. No, he hated it.
So why did he find himself now walking past the threshold of the platform, fully boarding the train alongside Koumyou? Silently glaring all the while as he folded his arms into the hoodie's pockets. Most certainly missing the sleeves to his robes.
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He didn't trust it. It felt too strange, too contrived. And yet, despite himself, he found himself taking a hesitant step forward. Silently following behind his masters' playful gate just as he once had remembered himself doing so many years ago. Listening almost nostalgically to his complaints, little flashbacks of similar words spoken so many years ago echoing through his head.
He didn't like this. No, he hated it.
So why did he find himself now walking past the threshold of the platform, fully boarding the train alongside Koumyou? Silently glaring all the while as he folded his arms into the hoodie's pockets. Most certainly missing the sleeves to his robes.
"...."