[ Denji freezes. As shaken as someone who's just witnessed a baseball crash through his window out of the blue, the sound of glass fragmenting still ringing in his eardrums. He doesn't get up in a flurry the way he did back at the fortune telling stall, but… But still.
The compulsion is there. The feeling that he should be racing from the scene of a crime, a punishment yet to be enforced. ]
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The compulsion is there. The feeling that he should be racing from the scene of a crime, a punishment yet to be enforced. ]