[ They haven't. Genya glances back over at the girls who are watching them with relish, giggling into their hands, and not at all looking like they're prepared to set the elevator back into motion. He looks back, still as pink-faced as before, but a little more relaxed. A little. Kissing someone does wonders to break the ice. ]
Can I ... ah, ask your name first? I'm Shinazugawa Genya.
[ Kissing a stranger in an elevator while three girls watch definitely chafes his sensibilities. A stubborn guy, at the very least—he wants to know the name of the guy he's kissing. A close second would be covering the painting so they can't watch but, other than that defeating the purpose, they don't have a sheet.
Genya swallows. It's embarrassing to admit he does want to do it again, so better to just repress that. ]
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Can I ... ah, ask your name first? I'm Shinazugawa Genya.
[ Kissing a stranger in an elevator while three girls watch definitely chafes his sensibilities. A stubborn guy, at the very least—he wants to know the name of the guy he's kissing. A close second would be covering the painting so they can't watch but, other than that defeating the purpose, they don't have a sheet.
Genya swallows. It's embarrassing to admit he does want to do it again, so better to just repress that. ]