[He's breathing a little more noticeably, when she opens the door, having ran all the way there, still dressed in his kimono, with nothing more than a juban beneath it, but he doesn't care. He notices she's wearing the nighty he likes a lot, but never got around telling her that, but that's the last thing on his mind now. That's not the reason why he's come here and he's not sixteen to not be able to control himself.]
We need to talk.
[He announces, straightening himself and crossing his arms, to keep the warmth escaping from his body. He's a little sweaty after the run and thus more susceptible for being cold, but so far he can manage.]
I was thinking about what happened and I need to ask you something. It's important. May I?
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We need to talk.
[He announces, straightening himself and crossing his arms, to keep the warmth escaping from his body. He's a little sweaty after the run and thus more susceptible for being cold, but so far he can manage.]
I was thinking about what happened and I need to ask you something. It's important. May I?