[ If he knew, he would say something about the layers not being like glass— they're like oil and water, the boundaries dissolving at a touch, but maybe it's something only Kano can do because he makes those layers and can control them. He's never doubted that the world is real. He hates the fact that it is real. And when he turns to the silhouette on the other side of the wall, he strides right up to it, heart hammering in his chest, bland smile on his face. ]
Hm? I wonder why you can't come over?
[ He reaches out, fingertips to the screen to rest over where the person's hand creates a shadow against the screen. ]
I'm no good at breaking things, though... What about you, Toki?
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Hm? I wonder why you can't come over?
[ He reaches out, fingertips to the screen to rest over where the person's hand creates a shadow against the screen. ]
I'm no good at breaking things, though... What about you, Toki?