[The problem with the prosthetic legs in the local conditions were that they did no convey much anything that was helpful in the way of tactile sensation. Thus Shouta Aizawa, tipsy as he stumbled out from the diner at dawn, didn't notice when one of his boots connected with a stray leg that was in his way until he toppled down into the sand.
Lying there, face down in the dust, all he could think to do was let out a tired, pained groan.]
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Lying there, face down in the dust, all he could think to do was let out a tired, pained groan.]
We could just sleep here.
But. The sun.