[ Haruaki sinks to the ground. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
When he hits it, he begins crawling away. ]
He's almost like a delinquent... I can't look at him...
[ Who is he talking to? Where is he going?
Underneath whatever surface he can find. A desk. A table. Whatever is there. All 188cm of him is now crouching beneath it, arms wrapped around his knees, miserable. ]
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[ Haruaki sinks to the ground. Slowly. Ever so slowly.
When he hits it, he begins crawling away. ]
He's almost like a delinquent... I can't look at him...
[ Who is he talking to? Where is he going?
Underneath whatever surface he can find. A desk. A table. Whatever is there. All 188cm of him is now crouching beneath it, arms wrapped around his knees, miserable. ]