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Feel rotten. >___<
Stupid sub-zero temps and lack of sleep and hydration.
Murata fought the urge to blink as the blue lens blocked out the world. It felt...odd, feeling the slick disc slide onto his eye and he blinked, the world coming into focus again. Shibuya was eying the lovely ladies outside, with a tad more reluctance than he would have shown a year ago. Murata smiled at his reflection, and blinked a few more times to be sure that the lenses would stay in.
He considered combing his hair again, one hand hovering over the comb but he let it fall. The dye had done its job admirably - his normally pitch-black hair now a dirty blond. He could - and had - rationalized the dye as a necessary precaution. Shibuya's dark hair and eyes are enough of a problem to disguise, his own would have been too much of a risk.
He can't be sure that it will be today. His premonitions are never that exact but it's nearly time. Shinou won't just take Shibuya back to the other world this time. He half-smiles at his reflection, tilting his head so just enough moisture gathers behind the contacts to blur his vision slightly.
It's almost possible to convince himself that his old friend is standing there, smiling a welcome. As he grabs his sunglasses and hat, Murata allows himself one almost-silent chuckle.
Is this obvious enough for you, my love?
Stupid sub-zero temps and lack of sleep and hydration.
Murata fought the urge to blink as the blue lens blocked out the world. It felt...odd, feeling the slick disc slide onto his eye and he blinked, the world coming into focus again. Shibuya was eying the lovely ladies outside, with a tad more reluctance than he would have shown a year ago. Murata smiled at his reflection, and blinked a few more times to be sure that the lenses would stay in.
He considered combing his hair again, one hand hovering over the comb but he let it fall. The dye had done its job admirably - his normally pitch-black hair now a dirty blond. He could - and had - rationalized the dye as a necessary precaution. Shibuya's dark hair and eyes are enough of a problem to disguise, his own would have been too much of a risk.
He can't be sure that it will be today. His premonitions are never that exact but it's nearly time. Shinou won't just take Shibuya back to the other world this time. He half-smiles at his reflection, tilting his head so just enough moisture gathers behind the contacts to blur his vision slightly.
It's almost possible to convince himself that his old friend is standing there, smiling a welcome. As he grabs his sunglasses and hat, Murata allows himself one almost-silent chuckle.
Is this obvious enough for you, my love?