[Again, he turns the rock and taps it with the hammer. His damaged shoulder tries to tell him that's a stupid thing to do; with just a little extra tension in his face, he informs his shoulder that it does not get input into decision-making...
He glances back to her, all pleasant brown eyes.] I suppose that takes us back to the eggs. Some of us volunteered in the kitchen, and—Aragaki-kun thought we weren't doing too good a job.
I suppose he didn't seem bad. Helpful. Some rough edges. [Always have something flattering to say, after all. But what Akechi knows about people with rough edges, by now, could fill several bibles; he looks back to his rock for a moment....
Then back to her, like nothing happened. He sounds a bit wry.] Are you recommending him to me? [Actually, this girl reminds him of someone. He's not sure who.]
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He glances back to her, all pleasant brown eyes.] I suppose that takes us back to the eggs. Some of us volunteered in the kitchen, and—Aragaki-kun thought we weren't doing too good a job.
I suppose he didn't seem bad. Helpful. Some rough edges. [Always have something flattering to say, after all. But what Akechi knows about people with rough edges, by now, could fill several bibles; he looks back to his rock for a moment....
Then back to her, like nothing happened. He sounds a bit wry.] Are you recommending him to me? [Actually, this girl reminds him of someone. He's not sure who.]