[ And Makoto, while normally the paragon of promptness (when he isn't busy petting one of the various stray cats that wander around campus), is still walking like a straggler when he reaches the indoor pool, easing one of the doors open. He hasn't changed, still snapped up in his normal attire, although the duffle bag at his side does indicate he had some forethought to plan in advance.
Stopping a ways near Haruka, he's back to some semblance of composure, even if he does wait a few seconds longer than necessary to cough into one closed fist. ]
Haruka-san?
[ Apparently, he's caught his blunder and is currently in the midst of rectifying it with gratuitous (self-conscious) formalities. He hasn't made any move to meander into the changing room, but there's a valid reason for that, really. ]
Do you know where the locker room is?
[ For a guy who spends an unnatural amount of time working out in the gym, you'd think he took at least a cursory appraisal of the pool's facilities. ]
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Stopping a ways near Haruka, he's back to some semblance of composure, even if he does wait a few seconds longer than necessary to cough into one closed fist. ]
Haruka-san?
[ Apparently, he's caught his blunder and is currently in the midst of rectifying it with gratuitous (self-conscious) formalities. He hasn't made any move to meander into the changing room, but there's a valid reason for that, really. ]
Do you know where the locker room is?
[ For a guy who spends an unnatural amount of time working out in the gym, you'd think he took at least a cursory appraisal of the pool's facilities. ]