[ For a moment, she smiles, too. Him smiling more is a good thing, after all. The soothing aroma of the wood fills the air, which only does more to help, but before she realizes it, his expression has slipped into something else. That subtle teasing look. There is something expectant about it, and yet . . . nothing pressing at all.
Kazuma will see a brief flash of fluster before she slips into the shower room and shuts the door. ]
Yes. [ She makes sure she is heard over the sound of the water as she stands there, back against the door. Then she realizes her answer doesn't make any sense. (Was she just joking, too?)
. . . Either way, her hair loops come undone first--which is a relief. Next, her clothes are slung over the walls of that shower room, perhaps more delicately than is necessary. An additional chorus of water running from the shower soon joins the water filling the tub.
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Kazuma will see a brief flash of fluster before she slips into the shower room and shuts the door. ]
Yes. [ She makes sure she is heard over the sound of the water as she stands there, back against the door. Then she realizes her answer doesn't make any sense. (Was she just joking, too?)
. . . Either way, her hair loops come undone first--which is a relief. Next, her clothes are slung over the walls of that shower room, perhaps more delicately than is necessary. An additional chorus of water running from the shower soon joins the water filling the tub.
Then there's just a muffled, ] No.