[ for a moment, he stands there with his arms outstretched in loose half-circles, like he's trying to ward a clumsy baby animal towards him. and a thought flits though his mind: that he said he'd be fine acting as an anchor point until the other boy got the hang of it. he'd meant that. but it seems if he actually does that, they'll be here a long time... bars and nightclubs are open late, probably even moreso in a city that bills itself as being in hell, but surely this contest won't last the whole time. dinner money hinges on this.
it's not lost on him that were he to have a little less influential of a partner back home, he might have left naito to fall on his face.
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it's not lost on him that were he to have a little less influential of a partner back home, he might have left naito to fall on his face.
maybe. ]
Do you have any instincts, Fuuga-san?
[ very blunt. ]