[The first sneeze is followed by a second, less dramatic and with less accompanying sparks. Kyosuke breathes deep, acutely aware of how rich the air is with ozone, and tries to collect himself.
But Juzo cracks up, and a surreal feeling of bemusement settles over Kyosuke. He's exhausted and aches in ways he didn't think possible, trembling with the vestiges of anger ... and there's Juzo a few feet away, laughing like tomorrow will never arrive.]
Juzo.
[With less syllables, the name sounds strange leaving his tongue. He shakes his head at the innocuous thought, slowly averting his gaze to the empty square. His face is still largely blank, but some of the painful tension has eased away.]
I-- need to sit down. And I'm going to catch a cold.
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But Juzo cracks up, and a surreal feeling of bemusement settles over Kyosuke. He's exhausted and aches in ways he didn't think possible, trembling with the vestiges of anger ... and there's Juzo a few feet away, laughing like tomorrow will never arrive.]
Juzo.
[With less syllables, the name sounds strange leaving his tongue. He shakes his head at the innocuous thought, slowly averting his gaze to the empty square. His face is still largely blank, but some of the painful tension has eased away.]
I-- need to sit down. And I'm going to catch a cold.