[ Amid the hurricane and the reverberating gunshots, Kururu . . . actually relaxes a bit, focusing entirely on Yayoi's descent.
It's not a soft one; the air cushions take most of the shock, but balancing a limp body would challenge even an experienced rider (let alone one on their first flight). But that's why she's there, hugging them both and falling back as she lands, the three of them going down in a tangle of limbs.
Here's where time slows.
One arm to wrap around Kazu's head, cushioning him as they go down. Concussion. That's why he's out. Her other hand to Kazu's A-T, coaxing the wheels open, wincing as the hot metal scorches her fingers but this is important, the internals need to cool—
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It's not a soft one; the air cushions take most of the shock, but balancing a limp body would challenge even an experienced rider (let alone one on their first flight). But that's why she's there, hugging them both and falling back as she lands, the three of them going down in a tangle of limbs.
Here's where time slows.
One arm to wrap around Kazu's head, cushioning him as they go down. Concussion. That's why he's out. Her other hand to Kazu's A-T, coaxing the wheels open, wincing as the hot metal scorches her fingers but this is important, the internals need to cool—
—and they hit the ground. ]