[ Mizuki watches, feeling his grip loosen for a moment before hardening once more, after which point she's pretty much dragged along for the ride. Of course, had she really any protests, he would feel it. Instead, there's something of a surprised noise before he pulls ahead, and she remains close behind him as his grip naturally falls from her upper arm, down to... her hand.
They eventually find themselves in something of an open field, with couples everywhere: some who have set up picnic blankets for the show, and others who are just attached at the scarf.
It... somehow doesn't feel as awkward as it should. ]
WHY DO YOU HATE ME
They eventually find themselves in something of an open field, with couples everywhere: some who have set up picnic blankets for the show, and others who are just attached at the scarf.
It... somehow doesn't feel as awkward as it should. ]
...Well, we're here.