[ If he wasn't so consumed by the present threat, Sholmes might have been warmed by the reciprocated embrace (why didn't he do this more?) and taken offense at that chiding remark (this isn't just another case). But he continues to maneuver them both from the encroaching, inky blackness in what is easily the most stumblingly haphazard partner dance ever conceived.
After his calves blindly knock into yet another piece of hazy furniture, Sholmes finally pulls back into a proper dancing pose--left palm tightly clamped on Mikotoba's shoulder, the right groping for the hand resting on his back--to afford him a better view while still maintaining a secure hold on his friend.
Does he even recognize what's happening? Certainly not if he was so dead set on walking directly into the maw of the nightmare. ]
Mikotoba, it's time you wake up. [ Sholmes declares as he spins them abruptly away from another slithering tendril. ]
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After his calves blindly knock into yet another piece of hazy furniture, Sholmes finally pulls back into a proper dancing pose--left palm tightly clamped on Mikotoba's shoulder, the right groping for the hand resting on his back--to afford him a better view while still maintaining a secure hold on his friend.
Does he even recognize what's happening? Certainly not if he was so dead set on walking directly into the maw of the nightmare. ]
Mikotoba, it's time you wake up. [ Sholmes declares as he spins them abruptly away from another slithering tendril. ]