Yeah, no...save for maybe one definitely-numb-with-shock teen, most people are pretty much not soothed by giant mecha football. It's not a great time to spectate, however; that second one--
"Come on, come on!" Manabu tugs the gawker out of his car and guides him along the small stream of his neighbors down the street. Away from harm is the idea, but...but he doesn't know the city layout here. And he can't exactly waste time with a GPS, now that there's a second walker on the scene, seeming to hesitate to take in its options: Cybertronian or tiny line of people?
...Yeah.
"Uh--Riptide!" Manabu calls, trying to be heard over the crunch of concrete. "Behind you!"
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"Come on, come on!" Manabu tugs the gawker out of his car and guides him along the small stream of his neighbors down the street. Away from harm is the idea, but...but he doesn't know the city layout here. And he can't exactly waste time with a GPS, now that there's a second walker on the scene, seeming to hesitate to take in its options: Cybertronian or tiny line of people?
...Yeah.
"Uh--Riptide!" Manabu calls, trying to be heard over the crunch of concrete. "Behind you!"