[ Boy oh boy, Aoba's going to kickstart his cooling fans, if he keeps this up! Even with his mask on (he still can't help but feel as though he might frighten someone who's never seen him without his mask before, and he wouldn't want to chance that with his most important person), it's still effortless to see how flustered Clear is. He's fidgeting by swaying on his feet, and for some reason, that makes it all too simple to envision a cartoonish blush adorning his cheeks. ]
I'll do it! Whenever you like, A-- aah, you're going to--
[ And there they go! The bags manage to slip from his fingers!
Bristling with distress, he turns red all over. Poor moebot. ]
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I'll do it! Whenever you like, A-- aah, you're going to--
[ And there they go! The bags manage to slip from his fingers!
Bristling with distress, he turns red all over. Poor moebot. ]
A-awaah! I didn't mean to-- I'll clean it up!