Fantastic. Then Mizuki’s gonna use his noodles to take the pot inside with him and set it down next to the lake where Callan can get it when he feels like eating and then… Mizuki traverses the fog himself.
He sort of shuffles in place for a moment after doing so, like the instinct for survival in his brain is saying “LEAVE” loudly, but he goes up to the edge anyway. He kneels down and pulls out the folded paper.
« Are your hands too wet? I can unfold it and show you. I won’t look, I promise. »
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He sort of shuffles in place for a moment after doing so, like the instinct for survival in his brain is saying “LEAVE” loudly, but he goes up to the edge anyway. He kneels down and pulls out the folded paper.
« Are your hands too wet? I can unfold it and show you. I won’t look, I promise. »