[Passing by - That's exactly what it is. Like a snowdrift, Aki feels more tossed around by the wind and people's footprints than anything he, himself, can do. He can't cause an avalance, go somewhere new, melt and turn into a stream... No, he's frozen in place and stuck there. Denji, meanwhile...]
[He looks up when he speaks again, clearly intrigued by whatever it is he wants to show off. Aki watches with obvious interest as Denji digs through his things and even has to dodge the incoming arc of a wadded-up newspaper at one point. He nearly jumps up when he finally rolls backwards, clutching something. Something he's definitely seen before - But only in the movies.]
Yeah! I know - You really think Pochita can pull that?!
[Either way he's on his feet in an instant, the worries and anxieties and unhappiness plaguing him not one moment ago well and forgotten by the excitement of something new. He helps to free the rest of the sled and then works to get the harness attached to Pochita's round little bean of a body, eventually hurrying outside to see if they can attach it better out there.]
[It's funny, he thinks - Pochita is the whole reason he even knows Denji. If not for this devil, he never would have even stopped that day. It would have been any other Friday afternoon, coming home from school and making no stops on his commute. Point A to point B. Not for lack of desire, but for lack of courage. But that day, the strange sight of something orange gave him pause. And what if he'd stopped walking...?]
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[He looks up when he speaks again, clearly intrigued by whatever it is he wants to show off. Aki watches with obvious interest as Denji digs through his things and even has to dodge the incoming arc of a wadded-up newspaper at one point. He nearly jumps up when he finally rolls backwards, clutching something. Something he's definitely seen before - But only in the movies.]
Yeah! I know - You really think Pochita can pull that?!
[Either way he's on his feet in an instant, the worries and anxieties and unhappiness plaguing him not one moment ago well and forgotten by the excitement of something new. He helps to free the rest of the sled and then works to get the harness attached to Pochita's round little bean of a body, eventually hurrying outside to see if they can attach it better out there.]
[It's funny, he thinks - Pochita is the whole reason he even knows Denji. If not for this devil, he never would have even stopped that day. It would have been any other Friday afternoon, coming home from school and making no stops on his commute. Point A to point B. Not for lack of desire, but for lack of courage. But that day, the strange sight of something orange gave him pause. And what if he'd stopped walking...?]