[ Swallowing her bite, Pyrrha waits a moment before asking, ]
So? What do you think?
[ Tenka seems happy, at least. But, as Pyrrha has learned, him and Sousei are like a see-saw that never moves. One side always tips down, toward stoicism framed through a frowned mouth and a furrowed brow; the other side is always up, gregarious and enthusiastic, vibrant. Her glance goes back to Sousei, trying (and failing!) to gauge his expression. ]
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So? What do you think?
[ Tenka seems happy, at least. But, as Pyrrha has learned, him and Sousei are like a see-saw that never moves. One side always tips down, toward stoicism framed through a frowned mouth and a furrowed brow; the other side is always up, gregarious and enthusiastic, vibrant. Her glance goes back to Sousei, trying (and failing!) to gauge his expression. ]