[ that sure is a gloomy-looking man. With a look so dour that she doesn't want to disturb him, even, and Fuuka really does consider moving on with a quick nod and a polite smile.
Except that it's second nature for her to be nice to people, and she'd feel horrendously guilty if she didn't at least try to make sociable and concerned contact. So, clearing her throat, she clutches her still-folded umbrella close. ]
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Except that it's second nature for her to be nice to people, and she'd feel horrendously guilty if she didn't at least try to make sociable and concerned contact. So, clearing her throat, she clutches her still-folded umbrella close. ]
Sir, were you trying to go somewhere?