Togusa counts on his fingers. "So, I check with Eren.. Lina- both of them. Annd. Anna? Maybe?"
It's mostly a joke, an attempt to diffuse the incredibly strange situation they are in. He shifts around behind Rinka, and his face falls at the bronze base on the floor.
"Oh no."
He holds up one hand, a finger, cautiously, and then gestures for her to follow, quietly. He moves in the direction of the sound, and he already knows damn well what he's going to see when he gets there. He peers around the edge of the frame that barely lines the entrance to the next gallery. (Not the wood-block prints. Spare the wood-block prints.)
Hello, Mr. Thinker, who has apparently decided that he thinks better while walking. Togusa is just going to stare for a moment while his brain catches up to his new reality.
Re: V
It's mostly a joke, an attempt to diffuse the incredibly strange situation they are in. He shifts around behind Rinka, and his face falls at the bronze base on the floor.
"Oh no."
He holds up one hand, a finger, cautiously, and then gestures for her to follow, quietly. He moves in the direction of the sound, and he already knows damn well what he's going to see when he gets there. He peers around the edge of the frame that barely lines the entrance to the next gallery. (Not the wood-block prints. Spare the wood-block prints.)
Hello, Mr. Thinker, who has apparently decided that he thinks better while walking. Togusa is just going to stare for a moment while his brain catches up to his new reality.