[that. . . sure does explain a lot, and Akira's features pinch together in obvious worry]
Oh, Makoto. . . [a deep inhale, a slow exhale. after a moment's pause, he dispels all thoughts of her skimpy costume from his mind, resting one hand firmly against her shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture] . . . what a shitty time to pull you away.
[he can only imagine the anxiety she feels at leaving her sister's Palace unfinished. not even for his sake-- that thought isn't even a blip on his radar. but for Sae's sake!1]
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[oh]
[that. . . sure does explain a lot, and Akira's features pinch together in obvious worry]
Oh, Makoto. . . [a deep inhale, a slow exhale. after a moment's pause, he dispels all thoughts of her skimpy costume from his mind, resting one hand firmly against her shoulder in what he hopes is a comforting gesture] . . . what a shitty time to pull you away.
[he can only imagine the anxiety she feels at leaving her sister's Palace unfinished. not even for his sake-- that thought isn't even a blip on his radar. but for Sae's sake!1]