[A bit of tension eases from his shoulders, and he rocks forward to stand, failing to put slip his hands into pockets that aren't there. Stupid yukata...] Right-- I forgot, sorry. [A brief flash of teeth in a grin, sheepish.]
[He bites his lower lip in an unconscious gesture, then, scuffing his foot against the ground and circling around his chair, pushing it back in like he's in public or something. His hands still on the back of the chair, he looks over his shoulder again.] ...c'mere a second.
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[He bites his lower lip in an unconscious gesture, then, scuffing his foot against the ground and circling around his chair, pushing it back in like he's in public or something. His hands still on the back of the chair, he looks over his shoulder again.] ...c'mere a second.