[Michi starts running by instinct. He didn't even plan on doing it - there's a shove to his shoulder and he takes off like a shot. At first, he just wants to get away from a very angry vendor who's going to ruin his life even more than it's already been. He worries about what his parents will say if he's caught like this. How worse could things get?
But then he continues thinking, each footfall on the ground starting to slow down as his initial rush fades. How worse did he make that person's life? Those flowers he was in were there to sell. Did she grow those? It just didn't feel right, leaving like this. He did part of that. It's his fault, right? Michi makes the mistake of looking over his shoulder, catching sight of her face as he gets more distance between them.
Michi's footsteps falter, then slow. Then he's turning around as the guilt gnaws holes in his stomach and trudging slowly back towards certain doom. The flower seller looks visibly surprised that at least one of the miscreants seems to be coming back, looking for all the world like a kicked dog. He hates that he has to go back. He's going to suffer for it.
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But then he continues thinking, each footfall on the ground starting to slow down as his initial rush fades. How worse did he make that person's life? Those flowers he was in were there to sell. Did she grow those? It just didn't feel right, leaving like this. He did part of that. It's his fault, right? Michi makes the mistake of looking over his shoulder, catching sight of her face as he gets more distance between them.
Michi's footsteps falter, then slow. Then he's turning around as the guilt gnaws holes in his stomach and trudging slowly back towards certain doom. The flower seller looks visibly surprised that at least one of the miscreants seems to be coming back, looking for all the world like a kicked dog. He hates that he has to go back. He's going to suffer for it.
But he has to. He just... has to.]