[He hugs her tightly, and some of the tension there can probably be felt in his hold. He's scared. He's worried for Dazai, scared he'll get hurt badly or worse before he can manage to finish what he's trying to do.]
The water is cold, and the wetness isn't exactly comfortable, but in spite of it all Atsushi finds himself blushing just a little at Inaba's words, gaping in surprise.]
...They are?
But they're weird, aren't they?
[He'd always been the 'weird looking kid' at the orphanage. The freak.]
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He's been keeping this close to his chest since Friday, confused and a mess. He wants to trust Dazai, though.
He made him feel safe.]
He took one out and showed me.
They're pretty.
[And oh, that probably isn't a good thing for other reasons entirely, isn't it?]
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And even though they're both soaking wet, she decides to pull him into a hug regardless, speaking up in Japanese: ]
Thank you, Atsushi.
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Just remember, ok?
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[ . . . but speaking of which, since they did bring it up: ]
You know, your eyes are really nice to look at, too. They remind me of the color of the sunset.
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The water is cold, and the wetness isn't exactly comfortable, but in spite of it all Atsushi finds himself blushing just a little at Inaba's words, gaping in surprise.]
...They are?
But they're weird, aren't they?
[He'd always been the 'weird looking kid' at the orphanage. The freak.]
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Which she honestly is going to do, turning the handle off. ]
Yeah, they are. They're really pretty.
They're different, but that doesn't make them any less special.