[When Fuuta looks at him, Aak wonders if he messed the game up immediately. It's not like he has any idea who Fuuta would hang out with normally. He constantly fell into the web of troublemakers so acting like normal felt natural. When he starts speaking again, Aak tries to pick up any little detail he can. Not like that, someone named Muu, the way she treats you...]
[He follows when Fuuta urges him closer. A part of him wants to take Fuuta's hand for the reaction but that's sacrificing the long game. Instead, he stands only a few inches away, shoulder-to-shoulder.]
N- [Not "nah."] No. I was just walking along the beach. We're not... going to get hurt here, are we?
[He tries a more shy approach. If it was someone who hung around a rougher type, if it was someone Fuuta felt protective over... Aak's mental picture is some shivering schoolgirl maiden. He's not a good enough actor to play that but he can at least sound unsure.]
no subject
[He follows when Fuuta urges him closer. A part of him wants to take Fuuta's hand for the reaction but that's sacrificing the long game. Instead, he stands only a few inches away, shoulder-to-shoulder.]
N- [Not "nah."] No. I was just walking along the beach. We're not... going to get hurt here, are we?
[He tries a more shy approach. If it was someone who hung around a rougher type, if it was someone Fuuta felt protective over... Aak's mental picture is some shivering schoolgirl maiden. He's not a good enough actor to play that but he can at least sound unsure.]