[ Despite the growl to his voice and the insistent way in which he yaps away, Fuuta cranes back when Mona leans in, trying to maintain a little distance between them. (Hypocritically, he has to find off the distracted thought that she smells kind of nice, actually. Why do girls always smell kind of nice.) ]
I might've bumped into you a bit when I sat down?! What kinda pathetic guy'd go clinging to some girl, huh?! You're the one making a big fuss about nothing!
[ Words are easy, and so Fuuta fires off that machine-gun retort easily enough, but ... it doesn't take long at all before he's averting his gaze from her stare, feeling his face heat up a touch, an antsy sensation building in his gut.
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[ Despite the growl to his voice and the insistent way in which he yaps away, Fuuta cranes back when Mona leans in, trying to maintain a little distance between them. (Hypocritically, he has to find off the distracted thought that she smells kind of nice, actually. Why do girls always smell kind of nice.) ]
I might've bumped into you a bit when I sat down?! What kinda pathetic guy'd go clinging to some girl, huh?! You're the one making a big fuss about nothing!
[ Words are easy, and so Fuuta fires off that machine-gun retort easily enough, but ... it doesn't take long at all before he's averting his gaze from her stare, feeling his face heat up a touch, an antsy sensation building in his gut.
W-why's she staring at him like that. ]