( Sit up. Take on the world, one mad dash against verticality at a time. Isagi's bed cradles him like hungry claws. His legs are lead.
And then there's the purple-haired final act boss looming larger than unlife over Nagi, who fights real-time against decomposition, manages a stir, the convulsive kick of a leg, his head rises —
...before he's slipping down neatly beside the bed, back to the threadbare frame, half liquid. )
...no bones. ( He... triedto get up. ) They're still growing.
( In this one second, Darwinism would like to point out the dinosaurs should not have been the lucky ones to get the meteor. )
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And then there's the purple-haired final act boss looming larger than unlife over Nagi, who fights real-time against decomposition, manages a stir, the convulsive kick of a leg, his head rises —
...before he's slipping down neatly beside the bed, back to the threadbare frame, half liquid. )
...no bones. ( He... triedto get up. ) They're still growing.
( In this one second, Darwinism would like to point out the dinosaurs should not have been the lucky ones to get the meteor. )