[She glances down briefly at their hands— they’re warm, she thinks, which seems like such a random thing to get stuck on. But they’re warm and they’re real, and Akira is here. It’s a little overwhelming, in a way. In a good way, but still. She gives his hands a little squeeze and considers the drinking age.
What was it? Would he actually be in trouble?? She kind of doubts anyone here would really care, but it still makes her a tad worried. She doesn’t want Akira to get in trouble in this world too…
She looks him up and down with a critics eye.] Well, you seem fine… [Definitely doesn’t look like he’s about to go falling down drunk right then.
Sumi gives his hands a tug and takes a step back, smiling warmly. Her face feels a little warm— he’s not wearing his glasses and she’s suddenly very aware of that once she notices—but she’s eager to spend more time with him.]
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What was it? Would he actually be in trouble?? She kind of doubts anyone here would really care, but it still makes her a tad worried. She doesn’t want Akira to get in trouble in this world too…
She looks him up and down with a critics eye.] Well, you seem fine… [Definitely doesn’t look like he’s about to go falling down drunk right then.
Sumi gives his hands a tug and takes a step back, smiling warmly. Her face feels a little warm— he’s not wearing his glasses and she’s suddenly very aware of that once she notices—but she’s eager to spend more time with him.]
Alright, let’s go! You have to keep up, okay?