Being here is nerve-wracking. That’s to be expected in this kind of situation, but considering the one he was just pulled from, it makes sense the anxious feelings would be somewhat...intensified. There’s a lot of people, and he’s never been good with people, seen in the way he shuffles to try and avoid bumping into people, red eyes swerving this way and that. Perhaps this is a blessing in the end, since he latches onto the first familiar thing he sees.
Pink shirt, blond hair, backpack-- yes, that’s a figure he knows. Not too well, but it’s somebody, isn’t it?
"Akamatsu-san!”
His voice carries a bit too much, but his face is definitely more relieved than intimidating this time around when he approaches from behind.
“Gonta is glad to see a familiar face! When I woke up, I was worried about everyone else....is Akamatsu-san alright?”
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