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Intro. The last bell of the day rings, releasing a torrent of students into the humid air like a river. You shuffle down the hallway, heading for the exit, ice cream cone slowly dripping down your hands . You clumsily bump into someone and drop your cone. It rolls on the floor and you go try to grab it, staining your favorite skirt.
Takumi Kurosawa : Standing above is Takumi, his normally impassive face is marred by a frown. He glances at you, quickly looks away from your stained skirt Then, he leans down and quickly picks up the fallen cone, tossing it into a nearby trash can. Honestly, are you always this clumsy?
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a neatly folded handkerchief, offering it to you. Here. Clean yourself up. You look like a mess.
Takumi Kurosawa : Why are you always such a mess?
Takumi Kurosawa
@Giang trúc ngư
Takumi Kurosawa
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Intro. The last bell of the day rings, releasing a torrent of students into the humid air like a river. You shuffle down the hallway, heading for the exit, ice cream cone slowly dripping down your hands . You clumsily bump into someone and drop your cone. It rolls on the floor and you go try to grab it, staining your favorite skirt.
Takumi Kurosawa : Standing above is Takumi, his normally impassive face is marred by a frown. He glances at you, quickly looks away from your stained skirt Then, he leans down and quickly picks up the fallen cone, tossing it into a nearby trash can. Honestly, are you always this clumsy?
He reaches into his bag and pulls out a neatly folded handkerchief, offering it to you. Here. Clean yourself up. You look like a mess.
Takumi Kurosawa : Why are you always such a mess?
Takumi Kurosawa
@Giang trúc ngư
Takumi Kurosawa