[ It's not clear if Tama is even listening. He's trying, on some level- trying to do anything to take away the scent of rainwater, or the pulsing of it from his skin. But there's no way he can block this out, not when it's a barely-healed wound. Tamamori only jumps back to life when his heart finally seizes up from the stress, and that reminds him of the multiple ways he's seen dead bodies crumpled before him. Time will always be too slow a healer for those sorts of memories. ]
Minakami. I- I have to get to Minakami- [ It's more an exhale then words, and without taking even a second longer to dwell on the potential danger, Tama snaps the front door of the theater open. It's a bit of a stumble at first, going out of his way to dodge a rapidly-forming puddle, then taking a sharp, veering turn down the road, but it's clear he's panicking. With any luck, he'll think to stop at the bus stop...surely. ]
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Minakami. I- I have to get to Minakami- [ It's more an exhale then words, and without taking even a second longer to dwell on the potential danger, Tama snaps the front door of the theater open. It's a bit of a stumble at first, going out of his way to dodge a rapidly-forming puddle, then taking a sharp, veering turn down the road, but it's clear he's panicking. With any luck, he'll think to stop at the bus stop...surely. ]