the ocean is a nice change from the concrete jungle of Tokyo, a strange escape that feels almost extraterrestrial. hands out of his pockets, palms to seabreeze, Fushiguro watches the distant waves crash back and forth against the deserted coast.
lost in concentration, he almost doesn't hear Monts. when he does, he glances over his shoulder (figures it's safe to do so). ]
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[ a quiet warning, before he faces the cliffs.
the ocean is a nice change from the concrete jungle of Tokyo, a strange escape that feels almost extraterrestrial. hands out of his pockets, palms to seabreeze, Fushiguro watches the distant waves crash back and forth against the deserted coast.
lost in concentration, he almost doesn't hear Monts. when he does, he glances over his shoulder (figures it's safe to do so). ]
...? What is it?