[ he has felt tremendously ill most of the week; today is the first day he's started to feel any better at all, but even now, he finds himself feeling distantly nauseous. It might be best if he stays inside and rests until his body sorts itself out. But if there's one thing Lupin hates, it's sitting still. Fresh air will probably do him good, anyway. His house feels stuffy and small.
The longer he spends here, the more the town itself feels that way, too, but that's neither here nor there.
It's mostly coincidence that he runs into Akira, in the sense that he'd intended to find him at some point, but wasn't actually looking for him at this moment. Make no mistake: he'd made absolutely certain he was safe and not in some monster's stomach before this moment. Sitting down and talking with him? That's another story. If he were feeling better, he'd try and sneak up on him, see if he could catch him. But he feels kind of crummy and kind of tired, so he does nothing to soften his footsteps, raising his hand and voice instead as he approaches. ]
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The longer he spends here, the more the town itself feels that way, too, but that's neither here nor there.
It's mostly coincidence that he runs into Akira, in the sense that he'd intended to find him at some point, but wasn't actually looking for him at this moment. Make no mistake: he'd made absolutely certain he was safe and not in some monster's stomach before this moment. Sitting down and talking with him? That's another story. If he were feeling better, he'd try and sneak up on him, see if he could catch him. But he feels kind of crummy and kind of tired, so he does nothing to soften his footsteps, raising his hand and voice instead as he approaches. ]
Hey.