( he's still watching her feet as she makes every hop. those words she's saying, they don't really register for him, between his hearing and his anxiety at the uncertain patterns she needs to follow to make it over to him. that's probably his saving grace, really— paying so little attention to her words, so much to her leaps, he's quick to see when she hasn't quite got the momentum she needs. his body is moving before he can even think about it. )
Akamatsu-san!
( he's already throwing himself forward, and it's a blessing to find that the nearest connection to him was near a wall. he doesn't know what he'd have done otherwise.
as things stand, he throws one arm across a doorway — curved, bending a little as the void begins to eat away at the corner of the frame that dips into the floor — and the other reaches desperately for kaede, attempting to take her arm, her hand, anything at all in his before she falls. with the doorframe as leverage to keep him on his ledge, he's praying he can keep her from falling in. )
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Akamatsu-san!
( he's already throwing himself forward, and it's a blessing to find that the nearest connection to him was near a wall. he doesn't know what he'd have done otherwise.
as things stand, he throws one arm across a doorway — curved, bending a little as the void begins to eat away at the corner of the frame that dips into the floor — and the other reaches desperately for kaede, attempting to take her arm, her hand, anything at all in his before she falls. with the doorframe as leverage to keep him on his ledge, he's praying he can keep her from falling in. )