[ She falls into step beside him, and Fuuta sniffs before starting to lead the way out of the showers. ]
Me?
[ Uh. Give him a second as he scowls and looks aside, counting the weeks he can remember on his fingers. The deeper furrow between his brow makes it very obvious how he feels about the answer he eventually has to give: ]
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Me?
[ Uh. Give him a second as he scowls and looks aside, counting the weeks he can remember on his fingers. The deeper furrow between his brow makes it very obvious how he feels about the answer he eventually has to give: ]
Like ... four months.