[He doesn't, by some odd miracle, though he certainly stumbles around a lot. And somehow he manages to keep to the beaten path he's following.
It's a direction Kotetsu might recognize. Or not. If he doesn't, then he might recognize the way the forest parts into a small enclosure, with a patch of blooming blue flowers. The man parks himself directly to the side of them, bringing up one lone hand holding a cigarette. A trail of gray nearly hidden by the cover of dark trails up for the sky.
And after a moment, he lets his head fall forward, to rest on his knees.]
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It's a direction Kotetsu might recognize. Or not. If he doesn't, then he might recognize the way the forest parts into a small enclosure, with a patch of blooming blue flowers. The man parks himself directly to the side of them, bringing up one lone hand holding a cigarette. A trail of gray nearly hidden by the cover of dark trails up for the sky.
And after a moment, he lets his head fall forward, to rest on his knees.]