[ Looking up now, the look in his eyes a little panicked, a little lost -- things he couldn't show while out there in the living room because Stan had caught him by surprise. ]
Could it be leftover? From before? Could it just me be riding on that influencing-- [ he cuts off and there is a quiet, almost desperate "please, Makoto," in the way that he's looking at the geist. His breath is shallow, but oddly loud in the silence of the room. ]
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Could it be leftover? From before? Could it just me be riding on that influencing-- [ he cuts off and there is a quiet, almost desperate "please, Makoto," in the way that he's looking at the geist. His breath is shallow, but oddly loud in the silence of the room. ]