[ the way she inquires after Kyoutani's food preferences makes it sound kind of like a test. ]
Sure? Why wouldn't I?
[ her response comes out brusque, almost defensive, but more from force of habit than from finding the question at all objectionable. and it's not a lie - she likes seafood just fine, it's just that she'd probably prefer something fried that she can eat with one hand within 15 minutes. not like she'd tell Yahaba that right now, though.
they reach the end of the block and come to a stop at a crosswalk. Kyoutani glances at Yahaba surreptitiously. she decides to give into her earlier impulse and takes Yahaba's hand - except she squeezes so hard that the gesture probably feels more like she's trying to crush Yahaba's fingers. ]
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((there's probably some kinda fish taco joke to be made here but i'm ignor--))
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Sure? Why wouldn't I?
[ her response comes out brusque, almost defensive, but more from force of habit than from finding the question at all objectionable. and it's not a lie - she likes seafood just fine, it's just that she'd probably prefer something fried that she can eat with one hand within 15 minutes. not like she'd tell Yahaba that right now, though.
they reach the end of the block and come to a stop at a crosswalk. Kyoutani glances at Yahaba surreptitiously. she decides to give into her earlier impulse and takes Yahaba's hand - except she squeezes so hard that the gesture probably feels more like she's trying to crush Yahaba's fingers. ]
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((there's probably some kinda fish taco joke to be made here but i'm ignor--))