[Too much time had passed since he'd last spoken to Emily. Or was it Reimi now? Fubuki felt guilty about not having contacted her, especially when Awakening had been so awful and there had been reports of others' hearts folding.
He didn't want to believe that she might be one of them, the girl from the coffee shop, who'd started that Mad Libs game with him and helped him think of a way around their information block. They'd been a good team and the idea of losing that...well, for a while it had paralyzed him. He'd put off reaching out. Felt guilty about doing so, but then put it off longer.
Until now. It had taken him a little while to decide whether to call or to text, but ultimately he decides that he wants to hear her voice, to know for certain the person he's speaking to is real and well and not some trick of the shadows playing across his electronics. After all, it wasn't like they couldn't mimic her voice, right?
When the phone rang and someone on the other end picked up, he immediately shoved that thought from the forefront of his mind and started talking...]
This is...
[And then he stopped. Stalled on his own name. Should he introduce himself as Shirou Fubuki or Kouyuki Jin?
There was a flutter in his stomach that rose into his chest, as uncomfortable as it was distracting. Would she have expectations of him to live up to, too? No...he couldn't think that way right now. He couldn't afford to.]
...I'm looking for Sugimoto-san. Is this the right number?
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He didn't want to believe that she might be one of them, the girl from the coffee shop, who'd started that Mad Libs game with him and helped him think of a way around their information block. They'd been a good team and the idea of losing that...well, for a while it had paralyzed him. He'd put off reaching out. Felt guilty about doing so, but then put it off longer.
Until now. It had taken him a little while to decide whether to call or to text, but ultimately he decides that he wants to hear her voice, to know for certain the person he's speaking to is real and well and not some trick of the shadows playing across his electronics. After all, it wasn't like they couldn't mimic her voice, right?
When the phone rang and someone on the other end picked up, he immediately shoved that thought from the forefront of his mind and started talking...]
This is...
[And then he stopped. Stalled on his own name. Should he introduce himself as Shirou Fubuki or Kouyuki Jin?
There was a flutter in his stomach that rose into his chest, as uncomfortable as it was distracting. Would she have expectations of him to live up to, too? No...he couldn't think that way right now. He couldn't afford to.]
...I'm looking for Sugimoto-san. Is this the right number?