"So it ain't just me," he whispered, unsure of why. He studied their hands, feeling small bruises and abrasions from any spills among shards of crystal in his travels here begin to warm and mend, cuts neatly knitting closed.
She'd touched his sleeves, and that was incredible. But this was bare skin contact, dusty hands meeting palms soaked by the strange pond. He felt his stomach twist into a knot, his heart was pounding and, strangely enough, he felt like he could bench-press a car. Not that there were any cars here, anyway...
His mind ran with possibilities. Holding hands was always like this in the stories, but he knew it wasn't real. Yet, here, it was exactly that and more. What... what would a hug be like?
...What was kissing like out here?
No, dumbass. Cut that shit out. Kanji shook his head to knock off the mild stupor.
"A-anyway, the water's safe. You should drink some, and... maybe we should find shelter. Or climb one of the big crystals to see if there's a town or somethin' nearby." His throat was dry and it showed. But... what was happening? What was this strange charge running through their hands?
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She'd touched his sleeves, and that was incredible. But this was bare skin contact, dusty hands meeting palms soaked by the strange pond. He felt his stomach twist into a knot, his heart was pounding and, strangely enough, he felt like he could bench-press a car. Not that there were any cars here, anyway...
His mind ran with possibilities. Holding hands was always like this in the stories, but he knew it wasn't real. Yet, here, it was exactly that and more. What... what would a hug be like?
...What was kissing like out here?
No, dumbass. Cut that shit out. Kanji shook his head to knock off the mild stupor.
"A-anyway, the water's safe. You should drink some, and... maybe we should find shelter. Or climb one of the big crystals to see if there's a town or somethin' nearby." His throat was dry and it showed. But... what was happening? What was this strange charge running through their hands?