[He's relatively certain his skin is just going to be permanently crimson, for the day. He'll call it sunburn if Ryuji or Ann ask. Swallowing audibly, he takes a step forward, reaching out and curling his fingers around Akira's, frowning at them with an expression like he's swallowed a bug or is feeling the onset of food poisoning.]
...then, um. You're in charge, I have no idea how this is meant to work.
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...then, um. You're in charge, I have no idea how this is meant to work.