[ ichiro doesn't even bother with correcting himself with the honorific--there's no point, considering it just goes in one ear and out the other. he finishes his jog towards him, slowing a few steps in as he gets close. (and he gets a little overwhelmed with the warmth in his chest, too, that he came here because he has a thing for samatoki, and because it's almost definitely returned.
look at those dimples. what a happy puppy. he laughs, shrugs his shoulders. ] I wouldn't have known where to go. [ looking earnest, almost, towards the bike. ] Thanks for coming anyway.
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look at those dimples. what a happy puppy. he laughs, shrugs his shoulders. ] I wouldn't have known where to go. [ looking earnest, almost, towards the bike. ] Thanks for coming anyway.