[For a moment, Karamatsu just stands there, watching as the waves slowly lap up onto the shore before pulling back out to see. Normally, this is where he'd have some sort of incredibly cheesy phrase or statement to give, but...there's nothing. Just nothing. For the first time, he can't even think of anything to restore his own confidence to what it once was.
With his body feeling unusually heavy (and empty, now that's weird), Karamatsu moves to sit down next to Ichimatsu in the sand, not bothered by his turning away to look elsewhere. At least he's acting normally, but it's hard to get any lower when you're at your lowest to begin with, isn't it?
A long time passes before he tries saying anything to break the silence that forms between them, one hand rising so his fingers can anxiously pull at his bangs at a spot just covering his forehead, curling them around and around his finger as he tries to think of something to say. Come on, since when has he ever been at a loss for words?]
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With his body feeling unusually heavy (and empty, now that's weird), Karamatsu moves to sit down next to Ichimatsu in the sand, not bothered by his turning away to look elsewhere. At least he's acting normally, but it's hard to get any lower when you're at your lowest to begin with, isn't it?
A long time passes before he tries saying anything to break the silence that forms between them, one hand rising so his fingers can anxiously pull at his bangs at a spot just covering his forehead, curling them around and around his finger as he tries to think of something to say. Come on, since when has he ever been at a loss for words?]
...that was...
[...]
...different.