[ He accepts the rejection gracefully, rising to his full height a beat after she is back on her feet, it would only be polite. He folds his hands away, behind him, expression still unchanged, though there is the unmistakable glint of interest in his eyes. Perhaps a trick of the light.
Fine, she says, this girl with a patch over her eye, her good eye betraying a world of hurt. ]
You just . . . ?
[ Come now, Asuka, it's no good to leave one's sentences unfinished. ]
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Fine, she says, this girl with a patch over her eye, her good eye betraying a world of hurt. ]
You just . . . ?
[ Come now, Asuka, it's no good to leave one's sentences unfinished. ]