[ with vash's attention properly acquired, nai starts to run to meet him halfway. he didn't miss this, the taste of sand and dirt on his tongue with every breath he took, nor the way the sun bore down on him unrelenting. he clutches the book tight to his chest as he moves, only slowing to a stop when vash is within holy book-throwing distance.
he doesn't throw it, not yet, but the urge is there. ]
I didn't want to come back.
[ he's a little out of breath, shoulders moving as he tries to regain control over his breathing. there's more on his mind than just this new predicament, his pinched expression evident of that. ]
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he doesn't throw it, not yet, but the urge is there. ]
I didn't want to come back.
[ he's a little out of breath, shoulders moving as he tries to regain control over his breathing. there's more on his mind than just this new predicament, his pinched expression evident of that. ]