[Hanako still kept his own kind of vigil here - paying attention to who was coming and going was something he had done in the Desert, too, and it was useful to continue the tradition (even if some of it was just to give him something to do).
When Mari wandered off, her dark hair waving behind her like a beacon in the cloud of mist, he followed.
And when she went to reach for that specter-]
Don’t.
[Hanako’s hand is wrapped around her wrist rather forcefully, his expression serious by comparison of his normally cheery exterior.]
Mist of Memories
When Mari wandered off, her dark hair waving behind her like a beacon in the cloud of mist, he followed.
And when she went to reach for that specter-]
Don’t.
[Hanako’s hand is wrapped around her wrist rather forcefully, his expression serious by comparison of his normally cheery exterior.]