[It's not so much leading as flickering. The world around them distorts a bit and the next thing he'll know, they're on a roof of one of the nearby towers. She lets go of his hand then, walking over to the edge of the building and putting a booted foot up on it to better dramatically look out at the carnival below. If she were Haruka, there'd be dramatic rose petals, too. Alas she is not.]
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If she were Haruka, there'd be dramatic rose petals, too. Alas she is not.]You're not hurt, right?