[Letting out a puff of a sigh, Matoba dutifully follows after. If nothing else, this was going to be amusing to watch- far be it for him to go ahead and explain trains to an old ayakashi like this. Especially considering that he didn't know what would come of their surroundings just yet, it could produce some very interesting results.]
[What's the harm in letting it continue a little while?]
[The screech of the breaks continues and the traincars lurch as they carefully step between them. Matoba grabs onto one of the poles and glances down at the placement of the seat he'd painted a character on in the previous car. But it didn't appear here.]
[Then, at least this space was not endless- just inescapable?]
Is there anyone inside of there? [He asks as they approach the cab in the front of the car. There were the quiet, muffled sounds of what might be a radio buzzing from inside, but no distinct voices, no other immediate signs of life.]
[There was a tiny window in the door to look through- with Tsuru ahead of him, Matoba leaves it to him to inspect. Instead, he pinches an ofuda in his sleeve carefully as they approach, just as light filters in through the windows all at once as they pull slowly into a deserted-looking station. It certainly doesn't look familiar, but at least it wasn't a stomach?]
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[What's the harm in letting it continue a little while?]
[The screech of the breaks continues and the traincars lurch as they carefully step between them. Matoba grabs onto one of the poles and glances down at the placement of the seat he'd painted a character on in the previous car. But it didn't appear here.]
[Then, at least this space was not endless- just inescapable?]
Is there anyone inside of there? [He asks as they approach the cab in the front of the car. There were the quiet, muffled sounds of what might be a radio buzzing from inside, but no distinct voices, no other immediate signs of life.]
[There was a tiny window in the door to look through- with Tsuru ahead of him, Matoba leaves it to him to inspect. Instead, he pinches an ofuda in his sleeve carefully as they approach, just as light filters in through the windows all at once as they pull slowly into a deserted-looking station. It certainly doesn't look familiar, but at least it wasn't a stomach?]
Hoh. We've arrived.