( Yuri chances leaning out, contorting himself to try and hold down an arm while he reaches for the canteen, fingertips sliding off its slick surface, scrambling, catching. when he pulls it into his hand, he almost wants to cry with a relief he has no time to feel. instead he pulls himself back, riding the shudder of the ghost's bucking arm: he calls out, tossing the canteen Ryoji's way. )
Catch! She won't let them listen!
( don't get up, arm. stay where you are. maybe he will forget about this, or maybe they'll all be the next unlucky bastards succumbing to the smoke from the fires starting. no, fuck that. he refuses to be dead. he has too much he wants to live through. )
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Catch! She won't let them listen!
( don't get up, arm. stay where you are. maybe he will forget about this, or maybe they'll all be the next unlucky bastards succumbing to the smoke from the fires starting. no, fuck that. he refuses to be dead. he has too much he wants to live through. )