[ A small wink accompanies a well-intended, soft chortle. ]
Told you.
[ He gives another light squeeze of their joined hands and, while about to dismiss the thanks as unnecessary, he thinks he catches a hint of something. Is he... tired? ]
Reisi...? [ It still feels relatively unfamiliar against the traditional ‘Munakata-san’, but this is not at all a change for the worse. None of this is, for that matter.
Dishwater blond fringe shifts as Tatara’s head tilts slightly to one side. ]
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Told you.
[ He gives another light squeeze of their joined hands and, while about to dismiss the thanks as unnecessary, he thinks he catches a hint of something. Is he... tired? ]
Reisi...? [ It still feels relatively unfamiliar against the traditional ‘Munakata-san’, but this is not at all a change for the worse. None of this is, for that matter.
Dishwater blond fringe shifts as Tatara’s head tilts slightly to one side. ]
Did you not sleep well last night?