[ nazuna's still trying to shake the horror of his nightmare when his phone rings, the cutesy ringtone startling him immediately out of the image practically burned behind his eyelids. he can almost still feel the strings as he makes a little noise of surprise and fumbles for his phone, grabbing it off the stand, and it's...
it's shu. there's a horrified swoop from his heart that nazuna almost immediately scolds himself for, but he can't help it. what kind of strange timing is this?
it ends up making him laugh, just a little, a disbelieving noise as he lets the cutesy song ring for just a moment longer than he might usually before he clicks on the "answer call" button. unlike shu, he holds the phone to his ear, even though his hands are shaking so hard it feels like he might drop it any second, but being able to cling onto the body of the phone gives him something to ground himself to.
shu's voice in his ear either helps or hurts--he hasn't really figured out which, when he speaks. but there's concern in his voice, and--he calls him nazuna. it was just a dream. it was just a dream.
he exhales. it's shaky. ] No. [ is what he manages, and though he's trying to hold it together, it's clear in his voice that something's wrong. that maybe he's been crying, that his voice is a little smaller than normal. ] Y'thcared me. 'th late...
[ unsurprisingly, after all of that, he's not exactly intelligible, either. ]
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it's shu. there's a horrified swoop from his heart that nazuna almost immediately scolds himself for, but he can't help it. what kind of strange timing is this?
it ends up making him laugh, just a little, a disbelieving noise as he lets the cutesy song ring for just a moment longer than he might usually before he clicks on the "answer call" button. unlike shu, he holds the phone to his ear, even though his hands are shaking so hard it feels like he might drop it any second, but being able to cling onto the body of the phone gives him something to ground himself to.
shu's voice in his ear either helps or hurts--he hasn't really figured out which, when he speaks. but there's concern in his voice, and--he calls him nazuna. it was just a dream. it was just a dream.
he exhales. it's shaky. ] No. [ is what he manages, and though he's trying to hold it together, it's clear in his voice that something's wrong. that maybe he's been crying, that his voice is a little smaller than normal. ] Y'thcared me. 'th late...
[ unsurprisingly, after all of that, he's not exactly intelligible, either. ]