[He grins hard enough that the outer corners of his eyes crinkle again, and shifts his weight to prop his bundle of glutinous clothes against his hip in order to free a hand to return the high five of which a linkable gif does not exist but you get the idea. Baton Pass! He actually makes an aborted motion just after clapping his hand into hers where it looks like he's stooping slightly into a defensive crouch? What the hell are you doing, Akira. This isn't the Metaverse, buddy.]
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of which a linkable gif does not exist but you get the idea. Baton Pass! He actually makes an aborted motion just after clapping his hand into hers where it looks like he's stooping slightly into a defensive crouch? What the hell are you doing, Akira. This isn't the Metaverse, buddy.]Oh-- yeah. I'm not frequently glutinous.