"..."

Manabu blinks at him, quiet for a beat, which leaves room for the little lamp guys to just...groan with veiled interest. Seriously, guys, you gonna teleport or what?

"Just--" Here. He glances down quickly before grabbing at Ryunosuke's wrist, planting it on his own shoulder in the same beat he shoots a look down at the the little groaners. Archives, please. Quickly, please!

The lantern gouls, completely uninvested in the mini-drama in play, are just happy to be able to do their duty, and smoke quickly billows to envelop the both of them. As it disappears, the atmosphere changes as the scenery is now filled with the massive, looming structure of the Archive ahead of them. After a few seconds, omens reform out of some of that residual vapor, and everyone is whole again. Manabu exhales, squinting up at the building.

"Jeez...it looks even spookier in the dark, doesn't it." But then, everything in Trench does! He looks over, shrugging his shoulders, having forgotten the hand there already. "But not bad, right?"