[He felt bad. Sunny could tell that Makoto wanted to help but… he didn’t want the other to hate him. Not when Makoto was such a kind and caring person.
As they strove to continue forward, the silence pressed in on him. What could he even say? He wished he could write in his notebook - that would be easier - but the dark just made it too impossible… Makoto’s continued humming put him a bit at ease, like music cutting through a scary part in a game.
And then, a giggle cut through the dark. It wasn’t one that he recognized, but Sunny froze all the same, his grip tightening on Makoto’s shirt.]
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As they strove to continue forward, the silence pressed in on him. What could he even say? He wished he could write in his notebook - that would be easier - but the dark just made it too impossible… Makoto’s continued humming put him a bit at ease, like music cutting through a scary part in a game.
And then, a giggle cut through the dark. It wasn’t one that he recognized, but Sunny froze all the same, his grip tightening on Makoto’s shirt.]