[ The genuine exasperation is enough to win even more points with the lookers-on, and the angry bookworm can't ignore the atmosphere anymore. Even his friends from before have come to fetch him, offering pats on the back and assurances that he was right all along and won the argument anyway, to heck with that guy. Seems he's finally backing off.
Meanwhile, Ritsuka is left dragging a floor lamp across cobblestone. Edgar isn't so far gone that he's forgotten how legs work, thank goodness, but the eyes still watching and voices still murmuring in their direction as they make their exit have turned them into slightly uncooperative jelly.
One step, two step, four, eight, and there's an abrupt sign of motion in Edgar squeezing Ritsuka's hand back like it's a lifeline. ]
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Meanwhile, Ritsuka is left dragging a floor lamp across cobblestone. Edgar isn't so far gone that he's forgotten how legs work, thank goodness, but the eyes still watching and voices still murmuring in their direction as they make their exit have turned them into slightly uncooperative jelly.
One step, two step, four, eight, and there's an abrupt sign of motion in Edgar squeezing Ritsuka's hand back like it's a lifeline. ]