[ Takumi's complexion pales even more when he sees the blood trickle down. Even though his eyes want to rest, dark circles waning under, they strain to widen as it dawns on him that he could have easily killed his friend. Slowly his shoulders drop as he tries to find the words, but only self-loathing and exhaustion show on his face.
Despite that, he's inwardly frantic, only pushing the lightheadedness he feels from the workload. ]
I'm sorry—I... [ His mother's voice can be heard inside the restaurant, asking why is Takumi taking so long at the front? Is there another monster? She doesn't seem surprised because they've always had monster problems. ] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—
I can treat you, so please... [ Desperate. ] Come in.
[ He can't just start sobbing over Sena in front of the customers and the storefront. ]
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Despite that, he's inwardly frantic, only pushing the lightheadedness he feels from the workload. ]
I'm sorry—I... [ His mother's voice can be heard inside the restaurant, asking why is Takumi taking so long at the front? Is there another monster? She doesn't seem surprised because they've always had monster problems. ] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—
I can treat you, so please... [ Desperate. ] Come in.
[ He can't just start sobbing over Sena in front of the customers and the storefront. ]