[ When she hesitates at the platform, he does too. Honestly, he would anyway. It's uneasy, being as attuned as he is even if his sight doesn't apply, because he can feel the weight of their presence. It wouldn't normally be something to make him hesitate either (except, well, that he is slightly squeamish with ghosts versus akuma, simply because they are something he cannot see nor does he have an easy solution for), but for the fact that... The way something else seems to try and latch onto his senses and tug them another way...
It's fundamentally alarming, the way it wants him to succumb.
So even before she says anything he lets his eyes close and takes a small breath. It, ah... smells faintly of... cinnamon? Something woody. Soothing, but kind of spicy. Which is altogether something he's not certain is exactly that relaxing or relieving, because it makes no sense in this place and feels like it might be his mind playing tricks.
Sticky. It feels languid and kind of sticky. Like where he might want to just crawl into bed and spawl in a sleepy tangle.
So it startles him slightly when she speaks up, and says he can go. ]
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It's fundamentally alarming, the way it wants him to succumb.
So even before she says anything he lets his eyes close and takes a small breath. It, ah... smells faintly of... cinnamon? Something woody. Soothing, but kind of spicy. Which is altogether something he's not certain is exactly that relaxing or relieving, because it makes no sense in this place and feels like it might be his mind playing tricks.
Sticky. It feels languid and kind of sticky. Like where he might want to just crawl into bed and spawl in a sleepy tangle.
So it startles him slightly when she speaks up, and says he can go. ]
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