[Akira is no mind reader, but he can see the flush that colors her cheeks. it's instinctive, the way a subtle red splatters across his own, sending heat flooding to the tips of his ears. he hadn't been thinking along those lines. . . but it kind of comes with the territory in a place like this, doesn't it? he knows from experience that they'll all need help sooner or later]
[. . . he clears his throat!]
In the meantime-- [he does not want to inundate Makoto with the unsavory right after her arrival, while she is currently dressed in a scaled bikini] -- shoooould we find you a change of clothes?
no subject
[. . . he clears his throat!]
In the meantime-- [he does not want to inundate Makoto with the unsavory right after her arrival, while she is currently dressed in a scaled bikini] -- shoooould we find you a change of clothes?