[The silence is thick, coating the ground like sludge and grabbing his feet. Every step is a challenge, but Haru doesn't say a word. He's put himself in this position. There's nothing for him to say here.
When they stop, the scenery is actually quite nice. Hidden and dark, very seclusive, a nice spot to be if it weren't so eerie. And now if... there weren't going to be a body in the ground.
Haru finally loosens his grip on the shovels he's carrying, and glances over to Makoto. How is he?
Awful? No good? Ridiculous? How should he answer?]
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When they stop, the scenery is actually quite nice. Hidden and dark, very seclusive, a nice spot to be if it weren't so eerie. And now if... there weren't going to be a body in the ground.
Haru finally loosens his grip on the shovels he's carrying, and glances over to Makoto. How is he?
Awful? No good? Ridiculous? How should he answer?]
...I'm here. I guess.