[ Hifumi sleeps so quietly that, every so often, Gentaro looks over to make sure he's doing alright. There's something peaceful about watching him, and somehow, he manages to start chipping away at that writer's block. Gentaro writes in silence, and he's making decent headway, considering how little progress he's made as of late--
And then that silence, absolute and serene, shatters like someone's taking a sledgehammer to brittle glass. Gentaro startles, alarmed, as he hears Hifumi, as he watches him in complete shock. But Gentaro can't bear to see someone in distress, so he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to get to Hifumi. Undignified, but the situation demands decisiveness.
He doesn't want to startle or scare him, but he isn't sure-- would his words even reach him? Gentaro's hands sort of hover in the space between them as he kneels down, and he calls out firmly, ]
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And then that silence, absolute and serene, shatters like someone's taking a sledgehammer to brittle glass. Gentaro startles, alarmed, as he hears Hifumi, as he watches him in complete shock. But Gentaro can't bear to see someone in distress, so he nearly trips over his own feet in his rush to get to Hifumi. Undignified, but the situation demands decisiveness.
He doesn't want to startle or scare him, but he isn't sure-- would his words even reach him? Gentaro's hands sort of hover in the space between them as he kneels down, and he calls out firmly, ]
Hifumi-- Hifumi!