[If Yugamu's eyes stay down, he will feel something fall painlessly against his skull before flicking onto the concrete. It looks like a thorn. This will repeat indefinitely until he finally looks up.
A boy floats far above him, completely upside down, a rose in bandaged fingers as he plucks the thorns off one by one. He doesn't look any older than eight. He's completely barefoot, his clothing worn and threadbare, and his neck and both hands are bandaged roughly, with a galaxy of pinprick scars against his exposed skin, like a sea of freckles.]
You still gotta weapon on you? [His eyes don't leave the rose.
Another thorn is pricked off, falling to smack Yugamu in the face.]
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A boy floats far above him, completely upside down, a rose in bandaged fingers as he plucks the thorns off one by one. He doesn't look any older than eight. He's completely barefoot, his clothing worn and threadbare, and his neck and both hands are bandaged roughly, with a galaxy of pinprick scars against his exposed skin, like a sea of freckles.]
You still gotta weapon on you? [His eyes don't leave the rose.
Another thorn is pricked off, falling to smack Yugamu in the face.]