[And in this moment, no eye is more unfamiliar to Sakura than Ryoma's. There's a moment of confusion as he looks from one little shinki to the next, brow furrowing as he tries to figure out what she was talking about. He spots the woman in the cluster of children, turned away with her head dipped low and a sense of worry pings in his belly. He frowns, though there's no anger in the expression--he's. Sorry? He can't help his face, okay.
He could help his face, but that'll have to be explored later. The default settings are strong on this one.]
I apologize, Sakura. I'll find somewhere else to sit.
[As simple as that, he rises with his water in hand, too honorable to a point and so very ready to make amends for the perceived slight.]
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He could help his face, but that'll have to be explored later. The default settings are strong on this one.]
I apologize, Sakura. I'll find somewhere else to sit.
[As simple as that, he rises with his water in hand, too honorable to a point and so very ready to make amends for the perceived slight.]