[ For a moment, after he drops "his" hand, Claude enjoys the blissful sensation of having an unobstructed view of his surroundings. He can see everything clearly, with no heads or shoulders in his line of sight. He's not exactly short normally, but it is interesting to have this new world view.
But soon enough that view lands on a familiar face—his face—and this quickly becomes his worst nightmare again.
For a moment, he just stands there in a daze, unmoving and separate from all the activity around him, as if it were all an elaborate illusion that he would wake from as long as he reminded himself that it couldn't be real. ]
This can't be real.
[ Even whispered his voice is considerably deeper than it should be, dashing his hopes that this is some sort of doppelganger or evil twin situation. That's his body, with someone else inside it, and he's—
Spinning on his heel and turning, moving roughly through the crowd, desperate to find a secluded spot to collect his thoughts. ]
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But soon enough that view lands on a familiar face—his face—and this quickly becomes his worst nightmare again.
For a moment, he just stands there in a daze, unmoving and separate from all the activity around him, as if it were all an elaborate illusion that he would wake from as long as he reminded himself that it couldn't be real. ]
This can't be real.
[ Even whispered his voice is considerably deeper than it should be, dashing his hopes that this is some sort of doppelganger or evil twin situation. That's his body, with someone else inside it, and he's—
Spinning on his heel and turning, moving roughly through the crowd, desperate to find a secluded spot to collect his thoughts. ]