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Nagisa tilted his head to some trifling degree as he gave the girl, who was exhibiting a conspicuous look of frenzy, a once over. Even as she asserted that she does indeed have friends, the boy still found it hard to count on seeing as she looked like she was making an effort to convince herself instead of him. A smile of amusement surfaced his lips at the thought and he couldn’t help but let a small sound of chuckle pass his lips.

Takane stiffened as the sound passed his lips. She couldn't figure out if he was laughing at the fact that she was clearly friendless, or if he was just laughing for the sake of easing her worries. Either way, it was embarrassing, and the shade of her cheeks reflected that mindset. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, and she could feel the sting of her nails pressing against her soft palms. The brunette slightly puffed out one of her cheeks in a pout. How did she so constantly end up in these embarrassing situations? 

Seto skipped merrily towards the end of the many aisles of the room, the walkway littered with plush velvet chairs on both sides. The male had greatly enjoyed the film he had seen, a documentary featuring the life of a young polar bear growing up alone. Seto had to admit the sad film had drawn him to tears, yet he seemed to be the only one in the entire theater that cried even in the slightest, much less the only one that sat there a good hour after the documentary ended and sobbed.

Seto, that's right. Takane was at least glad that she actually knew the man and that she hadn't confronted a total stranger and claimed to know them. More importantly, she was glad that she knew someone here. A small smile fought its way onto her lips as she stared up at the boy. He didn't resemble Ayano in the slightest, although she knew the reason for it. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that her three younger siblings had been adopted. They were close enough to each other that one could have easily assumed that they had been together since birth. 

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Even with that grouchy look the girl exhibited, Nagisa could still see the flicker of insecurity in her eyes. And based on the flushing of the stranger’s cheeks, the blonde knew that one could only assume that her reason was beyond the bounds of embarrassment. She did have the aspects of a person who regards her pride highly and with that attitude, the blonde could only count upon her reason for wanting to buy a kitten (which was unmistakably a spontaneous decision given the time she had stepped in).

"Then I guess I'll just--" Wait, what? Takane froze, her eyes widening in response to what the boy had said. How could he have known? Was she really being so painfully obvious about her social life (or lack thereof)?

"A shooting game..? I’ve never played one before. Are they fun?" She asked, backing away from the screen. There was nothing too see except the pause screen besides… the girl wasn’t moving too openly. Ahhhh, Mirai didn’t want to make her feel awkward. Mirai had never really played a shooting game and it was interesting to see someone playing one. She knew they were rather popular nowadays. 

The brunette tensed, wondering if she should answer the question truthfully. Her reputation as the #2 ranked player across the country was important to her, but if someone found out who she really was, it would be a disaster. That part of her life was very embarrassing offline, and what if they thought less of her? But then again, it's not like it mattered. After all, this girl was just a stranger and wanted her opinion on it. 

"Is there... some sort of problem with that..?" Feeling more and more embarrassed by the minute, Takane averted her gaze to the stack of cages lining the walls meant for various animals of all sizes. Anything to avoid eye contact, really -- if she did end up making it, would her cheeks turn different hues of red? It wasn't something she wanted to find out, so she didn't push it.