Yeah. Ever since I got here, he hasn't been the same. He's not himself at all.
[ And try as Aoba might to maintain the prior levity in his tone, he ducks his head away, depositing the bowl of spoiled candy beneath the table, and brushes away at his jeans with unnecessary gusto as he straightens. ]
But you're right, of course. I wouldn't give up from something like this, and I wouldn't expect you to, either.
[ An unhurried pause ensues while he manages a small grin at Clear's antics. ] Are you planning to stay a while longer? I hear people have been receiving these really accurate predictions from a fortuneteller in one of the back rooms, but maybe it's just a rumor?
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[ And try as Aoba might to maintain the prior levity in his tone, he ducks his head away, depositing the bowl of spoiled candy beneath the table, and brushes away at his jeans with unnecessary gusto as he straightens. ]
But you're right, of course. I wouldn't give up from something like this, and I wouldn't expect you to, either.
[ An unhurried pause ensues while he manages a small grin at Clear's antics. ] Are you planning to stay a while longer? I hear people have been receiving these really accurate predictions from a fortuneteller in one of the back rooms, but maybe it's just a rumor?