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[SO PERKY-- she jumped back from being sick lightning fast, too. He's impressed. Go from sniffly one day to trying to uppercut him another.
Naoki waffles over his words for a moment before, remembering the other day when she fell asleep while he was touching her hair, he goes for a joke while he thinks:]
I dunno, I was thinking you could just let me play with your hair for a while.
Naoki waffles over his words for a moment before, remembering the other day when she fell asleep while he was touching her hair, he goes for a joke while he thinks:]
I dunno, I was thinking you could just let me play with your hair for a while.
My hair?
[ Well, there's something she didn't expect. Sure, he seemed to like touching it briefly, but she didn't think he'd admit that. Still... Naoki's proven that he's not the type to yank, and she'd liked the care he'd taken with it before, when she was sick and sleepy.
If this is his favor... ]
Okay, favor granted. Just don't do anything too crazy, okay?
[ Well, there's something she didn't expect. Sure, he seemed to like touching it briefly, but she didn't think he'd admit that. Still... Naoki's proven that he's not the type to yank, and she'd liked the care he'd taken with it before, when she was sick and sleepy.
If this is his favor... ]
Okay, favor granted. Just don't do anything too crazy, okay?
[It's only you, Yang!!
But he steps to the side, waving for her to come inside his... really quite plain apartment. There isn't that much scattered about. There's a stack of books and magazines off to one side, and a little cloth bag where his items from home are, but otherwise not much in the way of decorating.]
I dunno, I coulda caught you in the middle of something. [Casually pretending he's not touched by her words... it doesn't work. Mainly 'cause he's started smiling.] But, guess my luck was better than that.
But he steps to the side, waving for her to come inside his... really quite plain apartment. There isn't that much scattered about. There's a stack of books and magazines off to one side, and a little cloth bag where his items from home are, but otherwise not much in the way of decorating.]
I dunno, I coulda caught you in the middle of something. [Casually pretending he's not touched by her words... it doesn't work. Mainly 'cause he's started smiling.] But, guess my luck was better than that.
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