As he hurries through a sliding door, he hears a low, echoing clang of something being hit. It carries through the long, empty corridor that never seems to end. Carl hopes that the noise is coming from Coil and that he's not being tricked or something. Who the hell would bother tricking someone like him, anyway? But the way everything looks so abandoned makes him positive this is the real deal.
God, he hopes this is real.
It has to be. Why would he remember being here, then being another place.. all to be brought right back here again? It doesn't make much sense, but this place at least, he'd learned to call home. Missed it terribly when he remembered.
Carl breaks into a run as he nears the end of a hallway before splitting off in opposite directions. All he needs is a glance to see the lone figure standing down the hall before he's running as fast as his legs will carry him toward who he can now confirm is definitely Coil. The poor guy won't get much of a choice as Carl nears him, wrapping his arms firmly around his friend in a bone-crushing hug.
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Date: 2023-10-12 08:37 pm (UTC)God, he hopes this is real.
It has to be. Why would he remember being here, then being another place.. all to be brought right back here again? It doesn't make much sense, but this place at least, he'd learned to call home. Missed it terribly when he remembered.
Carl breaks into a run as he nears the end of a hallway before splitting off in opposite directions. All he needs is a glance to see the lone figure standing down the hall before he's running as fast as his legs will carry him toward who he can now confirm is definitely Coil. The poor guy won't get much of a choice as Carl nears him, wrapping his arms firmly around his friend in a bone-crushing hug.
"I'm so fucking glad it's you."