Aha— what had he done? Now the books are all scattered on the ground. What a clumsy man, perhaps he had gotten too old that his hands were starting to tremble and becoming weak? He is only twenty-one though, maybe at such age, it would be too early for him to have hands shaking like an old man in his sixties. Anyway, perhaps it was best for him to listen to his friend’s advice to carry the books little by little— now he had to pick them up for the second time and carry it carefully so that it won’t fall again. Just as he began picking up the cooking books, Ryosuke could feel eyes staring at him— and now he felt awkward. This happened to him twice— and on the same day too. Maybe he was just in a terrible luck. Pilling up the books on top of each other, he tried to carry it carefully, not wanting them to fall again— or that would be the third time. If that happened, then that must’ve meant that he really did have a terrible luck today.
[☁] → ...That's... a lot of cook books. The girl could see the other tense up, his hands slowing slightly in the middle of their task. Natsume felt bad; she should have helped, instead of just watching. But yet, she felt as if she couldn't do anything now, as if it was too late--That it would make the situation more awkward if she were to pick up a book or two. Her eyes dropped to the yellowed copies that had landed at her feet, and with cautious fingers, she picked the volume up, alone with another that happened to be laying there. Rubbing the pad of her finger over the torn corners of the book cover, the first thing she noticed was the thin layer of dust covering the whole thing, sticking stubbornly to the laminated plastic covering of the hardcover book. The title was n English, but it was in a minority, as most of theme were written in her native language. Piling the small amount of books she had collected in her arms, she slowly got to her feet, averting her eyes and avoiding eye contact as she timidly handed the male his books. She did so without so much as a small murmur of acknowledgement--not a greeting, apology, anything-- probably because the girl couldn't fathom a response that seemed appropriate.
