Oof. There is a distinct feeling of slamming face-first into the ground. Yosuke can't quite recall tripping, though. Did he hit his head on the way down somehow? Ugh. He must have. Everything is spinning, like a lazy merry-go-round. He rubs at his face and groans quietly, then sits up gingerly.
...Uh. Okay. This isn't Junes. It's not even Inaba. His eyes widen in alarm, but somewhere in the back of his mind he feels a tug of familiarity too. Oh...oh, it's cold. Really cold.
Something about that makes his heart race, and his breath hitch in his chest. He shivers, and stares around. What the hell is going on? Oh, ugh. Waking up in an unfamiliar -no, familiar?- place, sick and freezing and for some inexplicable reason scared shitless is not a good experience. He shakily gets to his feet, and stumbles into the nearest tree, to catch his weight against.
Well...shit. This isn't good. With stiff, numb fingers he takes his mobile out of his pocket and tries to dial Souji. Because, hey, if anyone will know what to do in a situation like this, it'll be that guy.
forward dated to Tuesday afternoon
...Uh. Okay. This isn't Junes. It's not even Inaba. His eyes widen in alarm, but somewhere in the back of his mind he feels a tug of familiarity too. Oh...oh, it's cold. Really cold.
Something about that makes his heart race, and his breath hitch in his chest. He shivers, and stares around. What the hell is going on? Oh, ugh. Waking up in an unfamiliar -no, familiar?- place, sick and freezing and for some inexplicable reason scared shitless is not a good experience. He shakily gets to his feet, and stumbles into the nearest tree, to catch his weight against.
Well...shit. This isn't good. With stiff, numb fingers he takes his mobile out of his pocket and tries to dial Souji. Because, hey, if anyone will know what to do in a situation like this, it'll be that guy.
"C'mon, pick up...u-urk. Hurry, pick up. Pick up, pick up, pick up."