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[Well, he might not be sure, but Rin is definitely side-eying him now in a way that makes clear she doesn't believe him.]

Then stop.

Oooooh, but why should I?

[ Now he's just coy ]

...Very well. It doesn't affect me.

[She brushes her hair back over her shoulder, looking away from him again, and voice light for how harsh the words framed by it are. It's the voice of someone washing their hands of a crime.]

You're the only one who stands to suffer, so do as you want.

But if I'm the one suffering, I'm the one who can get the spotlight! So if you ask if I'm okay with it or not okay with it, I'd have to say that I'll suffer it with style.

[ He nods.

He nods, grinning a little with a smile that doesn't totally appear legit. If you studied close enough to do it. ]

If that's anything like your wardrobe, let's alternatively call it suffering your personal flair.

[ Wow, that's just rude. That said, he shakes his head and rocks back on his seated position ]

Either way, good that you made it out okay.

I never said it was dangerous.

What's something secret from your roommate which isn't dangerous, Rin-chan?

[A pause passes, in which Rin delicately balances her chin in the palm of her hand.]

...I get it now. You're the type of boy who skipped the sexual education lecture because it didn't actually mention sex, aren't you, Kida-kun?

[ Oh, that was clever. If he hadn't been expecting a quip like that he might've been stunned t silence. He didn't expect it framed quite that way, but it did set him up to clap his hands together and respond, ]

I must say then, you look great for having just secreted away a birth!

Now you've rounded us back to your Maria. With excuses like immaculate conception, the Bible is the only thing out there more afraid of how a woman's body works than an educator.

Oh wow, are you from some poor bumpkin town...? I'm so sorry.

[ Said the young man who grew up in a comparatively rural part of Saitama. But he's a Tokyo boy, so still ]

Says the boy who, city or not, definitely hasn't learned these things first hand.

[ For a brief moment, Masaomi considers if he could pull off the move which comes to mind now - both for his heart and for his body. He hesitates only a moment and then breaks the distance between them to make to clasp Rin's hands over his and lean in close to her ]

Well, we could learn.

[He's teasing her. It's the kind of thing where another day, like the day they met, she'd go along with it, just like a game of chicken. Masaomi's reactions are always fun.

But just moments ago she tried to shut him down, and he's still not getting the hint. And frankly, she doesn't feel well enough to keep putting up with it.]

Kida-kun, let me once and for all make this clear. That's never going to happen.

[ Ouch, that's a harsh rejection. And it's a harsh rejection right to his face - still... who can blame her, under the circumstances. He can take a hint, and so he claps his hands together once he's taken them off her own, taking a step back and folding them together. He doesn't exactly sink, dejected, but he does take a step back, and hang his head a bit.

Still, it wouldn't be becoming for an older person to be the own who is bugged by this.

No, instead, he grins despite the hung head and replies, ]

Probably, but knowing my luck, I'll get to see you as far as your journey in this world's going to go, Rin-chan. So as your senpai, I'll chime in a caution on nevers.

[His body language is at least reassuring, even if his words unnerve her for some reason. What's that supposed to mean? A response like that begs for an explanation, but she's not sure she wants to fall for that trick.

More than that, she (foolishly, perhaps) thinks she knows better.]

Maybe you should be a poet instead. [Smoothing out her skirt, she looks away from him.] I should get back to work.

[After a conversation like that, it's inappropriate for her to be sitting on his bed anyways. So Rin makes to stand then, intending to get back on her way, but the moment she does she's struck by a surge of lightheadedness. Dizzied and looking faint, she sways on her feet.]

[ And after a conversation like that and, more importantly, her dismissal, it would be improper for him to touch her. And yet, he still does. Hyper aware of the room and, for better or worse, of her in this moment, his hands shoot out to ghost around her sides, as if to steady her if needed, crouching to get into position all in one movement.

Honestly, it's a very dramatic affair. He's scarcely sure why he did it.

... ...

No, he's sure. ]

[And given that conversation, it might seem strange that that isn't what she pans him for. Sagged against him, she stirs as if realizing her predicament a moment too late and jolts, red to her ears in embarrassment and attempting to brush him off.]

C-Cut it out! I'm fine. You don't need to do anything like that!

[She's not fine. There's not much strength behind her motions to push his hands away, and she's leaning on him more than he's holding her. Her knees buckle a moment later.]

[ . . . She's not like Katara. She's not really that much like Hilda or Crystal. She's nothing like Saki or Anri. If there was a woman in his life before Rin to compare to, it might be something more like Ino, all things considered. And he has this realization as he's processing this moment met with their whole conversation before now, and trying hard not to dwell on the fact that he knows he' projecting more value onto her than she wants to accept.

She isn't his friend, at least not in the same way anyone he's lived with for many years had been.

And she's certainly not... ]

[ Not really the time. ]

Yes, yes. But it's sort of the impetuous of any man to want to unnecessarily support a beautiful girl.

[ He said, helping her keep herself on her feet. He got into step behind her, offering to allow her the out of the escort, or to get back on either of their beds, without trying to make too big of deal of it. ]

[WELL. She can't sit on his bed again, that would be improper. But hers is all the way over there, across a floor that seems to tilt unsteadily. If her hands instead change tactics to hold onto him tighter, that's just by accident obviously.

Past that she seems stuck, caught between not daring to let go and collapse like a fool and not wanting to rely on him for any more than this, even as he leads her. Mouth quivering, she looks about to say something before her lips clamp down tightly, stubbornly refusing to let those words out.

At a loss, she turns redder and redder by the moment, looking like she could shrivel up and die right there. The composed and stern young lady from moments ago is hard to recognize in the flustered speechless girl that's been left behind.]

[ This is going to be his choice on how to handle this, isn't it? What on earth did she do to vanish for that length of time and come back so weak and disoriented? He frowns deeper, curious. He wants to know, and for a second he feels entitled to know, but he quashes that feeling just as quickly. He inhales, exhales, and then tries as best he can to yank/lead her back onto his bed. He doesn't want to pick her up and embarrass her further, but this just seems practical.

As for the others in the room, Linda has long since lost interest and sort of dozed off atop the trunk. Julia is watching this all as if studying how Masaomi is handling this from her perch on the bed. ]

[She stumbles, but it's not more than a few steps after that. A bit too inelegantly for her sensibilities, Rin finds/half-falls into her bed a moment later, hands braced against the comforter to hold herself steady.]

...Thank you. {Comes the grudging gratitude, but she can't meet his eyes.] N-Not that it's such a big deal. I just stood up too fast, that's all.

[ Right. ]

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