[His ears turn pink and he scrunches his face, looking down at his papers and waving him off.] Oh, stop. Like your parents would have any idea who I am.
[He sets his hand up on the bar, placed... oddly, sort of reached toward Akira's.] ...it would be nice if you could stick around, though.
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[He sets his hand up on the bar, placed... oddly, sort of reached toward Akira's.] ...it would be nice if you could stick around, though.