[Hilariously Mahito the fucking curse can read a vibe better than half the people here apparently, because he'll stand up when they glance away, still carefully keeping the flower tucked in his hands.]
Well - I'll get outta your hair now. You don't mind if I stop by to talk later, yeah?
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Well - I'll get outta your hair now. You don't mind if I stop by to talk later, yeah?
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[they say dryly. but - that seems like a yes? neat.]
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Hah, true, I guess! See you later, then.
[AND AWAY HE'LL MOSEY, flower in tow.]