[ now, normally, marco would admire and respect the utter pragmatism that keeps her words clinical, her logic sound. but in this case, he thinks the four hours grants them a little bit of wiggle room here, to at the very least be a bit more discerning... ]

Surely we can afford a few minutes to find a more private space?

[ that's right, "we"... for better or for worse, he's agreed to help, and he's not about to back out now just because he's feeling shy.

he reaches over and deftly plucks the box up from the table, tucking it nearly under his arm. it is surprisingly hefty...

with his other hand he reaches over to lightly touch rin's elbow as a means of coaxing her to follow him out the game room doors. ]

I promise you it wouldn't take me four hours to finish, [ he mutters, ears red. ]