[ He drifts, glancing away at nothing while pretending to ponder if poor little aniki can handle it. Seemingly making up his mind, Rokurou leans in and cups a hand over one of Nansen’s ears so that the fortune-teller can’t overhear.
His whisper is furtive, as if imparting a crucial piece of wisdom that must not be known to women lest their one advantage be taken away. ]
…give her a kiss. [ he glances over at the figure trapped inside the wooden box with planes of glass shielding her “mouth” and amends, ] Right on the box should do it.
[ He stands up straight again and smiles, hands on his hips. ]
no subject
[ He drifts, glancing away at nothing while pretending to ponder if poor little aniki can handle it. Seemingly making up his mind, Rokurou leans in and cups a hand over one of Nansen’s ears so that the fortune-teller can’t overhear.
His whisper is furtive, as if imparting a crucial piece of wisdom that must not be known to women lest their one advantage be taken away. ]
…give her a kiss. [ he glances over at the figure trapped inside the wooden box with planes of glass shielding her “mouth” and amends, ] Right on the box should do it.
[ He stands up straight again and smiles, hands on his hips. ]
It has to be you—she doesn’t know me well enough.