[He freezes up when the voice is suddenly there, because it's not readily apparent to him that it's coming from behind. If nothing else, it grounds him enough to look around with some semblance of control.
In the middle of the wispy, dark silhouettes behind him, Mika can see Elliot's red hair like a beacon in the dark. He turns towards him, unsure if he's even real. To sate his own curiousity, he teaches for his shoulder.]
[It feels strange to move at all. When he looks down at his hands, they don't even look like his. It makes it feel like there's not enough air in his lungs.]
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In the middle of the wispy, dark silhouettes behind him, Mika can see Elliot's red hair like a beacon in the dark. He turns towards him, unsure if he's even real. To sate his own curiousity, he teaches for his shoulder.]
[It feels strange to move at all. When he looks down at his hands, they don't even look like his. It makes it feel like there's not enough air in his lungs.]
Elliot?