[ Wow, there sure are two guys squinting suspiciously at each other on this bench. If there's anyone nearby, they're probably shuffling away.
But before he can squint with even more suspicion, Genya turns his gaze down to his hands. Staring at his palms, the dark calluses and scars embedded into them, and knowing that what he's looking at is real. Just as real the expanse of city and people behind them. Damn it. ]
That sucks.
[ Putting it lightly. At least an illusion would be fake; this being real just ... sucks. Really fucking sucks. ]
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But before he can squint with even more suspicion, Genya turns his gaze down to his hands. Staring at his palms, the dark calluses and scars embedded into them, and knowing that what he's looking at is real. Just as real the expanse of city and people behind them. Damn it. ]
That sucks.
[ Putting it lightly. At least an illusion would be fake; this being real just ... sucks. Really fucking sucks. ]