[He doesn't quite startle away from her ducking into his line of sight, but his eyebrows disappear fully into his mess of (floured) curls, and he picks his head up, reaching out to reclaim his glasses. Pausing, he looks at her shirt hem.] Now you've got flour..., [She clearly Does Not Care. He purses his lips, sliding his glasses back on and rolling his shoulders, reaching forward to twist a bit of his hair between his thumb and forefinger-- oh God there is so much flour.]
Akira Kurusu. Nice to meet you too, Shiomi-san. [Ducking his head in a shallow bow continues to dust flour everywhere, Akira you are a menace right now.]
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Akira Kurusu. Nice to meet you too, Shiomi-san. [Ducking his head in a shallow bow continues to dust flour everywhere, Akira you are a menace right now.]