[And what she does here is something that Naegi's seen once before — back at school, when she'd had important information to tell him and had brushed past him in an effortless way, leaning in close to murmur the name Mukuro Ikusaba as she did. That's what she does now, her bojobo dolls still carefully nestled in one hand and the crumpled paper abandoned nearby; she steps forward, veers slightly to one side, comes up next to him and leans in close.
What she does here is something that he hasn't seen before, because rather than mouthing words against his ear, her lips briefly touch the curve of his cheek instead.]
I want that, too.
[And then, just like that, she's out the door and gone.]
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What she does here is something that he hasn't seen before, because rather than mouthing words against his ear, her lips briefly touch the curve of his cheek instead.]
I want that, too.
[And then, just like that, she's out the door and gone.]