[He doesn't stop as much as stumble to a halt, his hands instinctively flying up at the warning. Once he keeps himself from staggering, he notices a figure in the fog, close enough to judge its shape and size but not enough for him to be able to tell who he's looking at.
Hearing another voice after such a long silence is jarring, and he knows he's heard this voice before. He just can't really place when or where, especially without a face to match it up to.]
Don't shoot! It's me! [A second passes before he realizes that doesn't actually tell the guy with the gun much of anything, so he adds:] It's Asato.
not a problem!
[He doesn't stop as much as stumble to a halt, his hands instinctively flying up at the warning. Once he keeps himself from staggering, he notices a figure in the fog, close enough to judge its shape and size but not enough for him to be able to tell who he's looking at.
Hearing another voice after such a long silence is jarring, and he knows he's heard this voice before. He just can't really place when or where, especially without a face to match it up to.]
Don't shoot! It's me! [A second passes before he realizes that doesn't actually tell the guy with the gun much of anything, so he adds:] It's Asato.