I mean. I don't see why not. I kind of think the space could be...as big or small as I need?
[So says intuition, and according to Min-Gi, he is usually right.
Ryan offers his hands and Min gives them, wincing at the state of himself. This space is better lit than the street and shame rises up to sit on his shoulders. Ryan was right, before. The only one falling apart around here is Min.
He chickens out and draws his hands back, mood dropping through the floor. They're disgusting, blackened and sharp with spidering cracks around his wrists that work up his arms. Behind him the landscape changes, slowing and darkening but also getting...foggier? Suddenly, Min-Gi doesn't want to make prom. He just wants to go back to normal or hide. But he can't because he's corrupting, right? That's what this is? Just like Lance and Mako told him about.]
Maybe another time..
[He pulls his sleeves back down, curls his hands, and stuffs them into his jacket pockets.]
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[So says intuition, and according to Min-Gi, he is usually right.
Ryan offers his hands and Min gives them, wincing at the state of himself. This space is better lit than the street and shame rises up to sit on his shoulders. Ryan was right, before. The only one falling apart around here is Min.
He chickens out and draws his hands back, mood dropping through the floor. They're disgusting, blackened and sharp with spidering cracks around his wrists that work up his arms. Behind him the landscape changes, slowing and darkening but also getting...foggier? Suddenly, Min-Gi doesn't want to make prom. He just wants to go back to normal or hide. But he can't because he's corrupting, right? That's what this is? Just like Lance and Mako told him about.]
Maybe another time..
[He pulls his sleeves back down, curls his hands, and stuffs them into his jacket pockets.]
I don't really feel like it, anymore.