Kirito pulled back again, focusing on the area closer to him. Eventually someone else was going to come into this bathroom, and he’d rather have some warning-
Familiar warmth, a hall or two away. With a sense of mouse-sneakiness, and a cream-fed-cat’s level of smug.
It… wasn’t quite like that itch you got when the system dropped a message in your box. More a tangle of feelings that he somehow knew weren’t his. Surprise, as if someone had tapped on Argo’s shoulder. Wariness, matched with insatiable curiosity.
Find a shadow, I’ll find you…. Damn. If he wasn’t getting words from her, she probably wasn’t getting them from him.
But at least Argo was out there. He could find her.
But how? What’s going on, how can I–
Green in the mirror, where it had mostly faded from the rest of his vision. Emerald and gold shimmering in black eyes; the telltale gleam that meant Night Vision, Tracking, or just general Scan.
Kirito gripped the edge of the sink, feeling as if he’d taken a kobold’s club to the ribs. We’re out of Aincrad. We logged out. There’s no menus… the details… I told Silica, power in Aincrad was just an illusion. This is the real world!
The real world. With real porcelain and steel shivering under his grip, creaking in a way that – in the game – was a warning that this wasn’t an Immortal Object, and even as a DEX-specced DPS instead of STR, 96th level meant enhanced strength, and an item’s Durability was about to-