[ Ryo is quiet, as much as 9S is, as he keeps pace. With his back not exposed to someone he barely knows, it makes the trip easier — less tense. He keeps his eyes up, though the heights do not frighten him as much as the fall, and as soon as 9S admits that they've approached a safe range from the Furfur, Ryo instinctively takes the opportunity to scope the area out himself to verify.
After neither hears nor sees anything relative to what has grabbed at his heels all this time, Ryo lets out a slow breath and takes the time to settle down on one of the branches, dangling his feet over the Earth. This, at least, is more familiar than treading branch-to-branch. He's staked out demons like this before, seated from a higher vantage point. His chest aches, the feeling vague and passing. ]
We were fortunate not to bump into anything else, [ Ryo says, pulling the collar of his trench coat up a little closer to his face. One foot swings, idle. ] That's already happened twice.
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After neither hears nor sees anything relative to what has grabbed at his heels all this time, Ryo lets out a slow breath and takes the time to settle down on one of the branches, dangling his feet over the Earth. This, at least, is more familiar than treading branch-to-branch. He's staked out demons like this before, seated from a higher vantage point. His chest aches, the feeling vague and passing. ]
We were fortunate not to bump into anything else, [ Ryo says, pulling the collar of his trench coat up a little closer to his face. One foot swings, idle. ] That's already happened twice.