[Comfort of the year, Peko Pekoyama. She's too used to CERES screwing them over in some way, intentional or no, that she isn't holdign out much hope. She flinches at the unexpected touch as the last of the light disappears, her arm tugging slightly before she's able to resolve from the proximity of his voice that it is indeed Hanamura.
But then... someone's breathing on the back of her neck? Hanamura's definitely not tall enough for that, unless he's standing on one of the seats.]
Stop that!
[And she lets go of the support strut in an effort to elbow him (it has to be him, right?) away from her neck with audible disgust -- but her elbow hits nothing but empty air.]
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[Comfort of the year, Peko Pekoyama. She's too used to CERES screwing them over in some way, intentional or no, that she isn't holdign out much hope. She flinches at the unexpected touch as the last of the light disappears, her arm tugging slightly before she's able to resolve from the proximity of his voice that it is indeed Hanamura.
But then... someone's breathing on the back of her neck? Hanamura's definitely not tall enough for that, unless he's standing on one of the seats.]
Stop that!
[And she lets go of the support strut in an effort to elbow him (it has to be him, right?) away from her neck with audible disgust -- but her elbow hits nothing but empty air.]