[ One moment, he's all consumed rapidly looking around for the friends he was pretty sure he'd left with.
The next? The next there's a young man suddenly clinging to him!? Color Zack white-faced with shock and surprise. He'd been expecting- no, he hadn't even been expecting from one of the others, even if they'd landed in the wrong world. At least they would have been together, but they're not. Instead, there's this young man with barely any meat to him- really, much like he, himself, at this point. Much like many of the victims of that place. This young man with their face buried in his shirt, arms around him like a weak vice, and Zack just stands there for a moment with his hands raised, not sure what exactly to do.
Not sure until he notices that uncanny gold to his hair. But no... No, no... That's not... That's impossible, isn't it.
He's dreaming. Or the administrator lied and it's another hallucination. It really can't be...
He peels off a glove, letting it just drop. Then slowly... Very... very hesitantly... he lets that hand sink into that head of hair. The realness makes his eyes burn fiercely. His vision distorting... But he can't seem to get himself to say anything either. As if the moment he does, everything will return to how it was. His hand curls, regardless, as if on the verge of ruffling it. ]
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The next? The next there's a young man suddenly clinging to him!? Color Zack white-faced with shock and surprise. He'd been expecting- no, he hadn't even been expecting from one of the others, even if they'd landed in the wrong world. At least they would have been together, but they're not. Instead, there's this young man with barely any meat to him- really, much like he, himself, at this point. Much like many of the victims of that place. This young man with their face buried in his shirt, arms around him like a weak vice, and Zack just stands there for a moment with his hands raised, not sure what exactly to do.
Not sure until he notices that uncanny gold to his hair. But no... No, no... That's not... That's impossible, isn't it.
He's dreaming. Or the administrator lied and it's another hallucination. It really can't be...
He peels off a glove, letting it just drop. Then slowly... Very... very hesitantly... he lets that hand sink into that head of hair. The realness makes his eyes burn fiercely. His vision distorting... But he can't seem to get himself to say anything either. As if the moment he does, everything will return to how it was. His hand curls, regardless, as if on the verge of ruffling it. ]