[ Talk about a stroke of blighted luck. Makoto can't keep himself from wheezing just a little, hand clenched over his the straps of his backpack as he swaps out tactical retreat for ruminating over lunch menus.
At the subtle acknowledgement, Makoto does a half-assed job of properly easing the door open, walking down the hallway with a stutter-stop to his pace. ]
So, ah ... what were you planning to get?
[ It's times likes these that he curses his fatal inability to incite an actually interesting conversational topic like Nagisa on the pop-fly. ]
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At the subtle acknowledgement, Makoto does a half-assed job of properly easing the door open, walking down the hallway with a stutter-stop to his pace. ]
So, ah ... what were you planning to get?
[ It's times likes these that he curses his fatal inability to incite an actually interesting conversational topic like Nagisa on the pop-fly. ]