[Yahaba's eyes keep getting drawn back to her date. Her really hot date. Who she knows can kiss her until her lips bruise and hold her up by her hips as she grinds against her with her hand down between th—
She diverts her gaze away.]
The one not far from here, Mako's? They do seafood. [She hesitates.] You like seafood, right? [She's pretty sure it comes out a little like an accusation, that Kyoutani shouldn't dare to not like seafood. But she didn't mean it to. It's just hard. She looks so nice. And it occurs to Yahaba that Kyoutani must have put effort in. Put effort in for her.]
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She diverts her gaze away.]
The one not far from here, Mako's? They do seafood. [She hesitates.] You like seafood, right? [She's pretty sure it comes out a little like an accusation, that Kyoutani shouldn't dare to not like seafood. But she didn't mean it to. It's just hard. She looks so nice. And it occurs to Yahaba that Kyoutani must have put effort in. Put effort in for her.]