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*She gives him a small chuckle - both out of nervousness and relief.* Hhh, y-yes, I should think so. Eheh-- u-uhm... thank you. *She reluctantly lowers her notebook, but quickly brightens again.* Oh..! If you happen to have any evenings off, perhaps you would like to visit Zone 1, sometime? We could, uh.. compare writings. O-Or just to talk about music and things like that? I don't often meet others who share the same affinity for it, so.. yes.

*Miriam visibly shrinks a bit upon seeing the small wisp of smoke, but she closes the notebook and clears her throat, giving a small nod.* A-Alright. Yes, uhm.. okay. *She steps a bit closer, standing on her tiptoes briefly to touch her lips to his unmarred cheek. And then, up comes the notebook to hide her mouth.* S-So, uh.. there. Was that alright?

*She gently flipped through the pages of her own notebook once it was back in her possession. She'd probably not mind too terribly that he'd gone through it, even if she found out, but at the moment she was merely looking it over out of timidness.* U-Uhm. Well. You see, someone requested that I, ah, k-... kiss you? O-On the cheek, of course. But I would understand i-if you didn't want me to. This is actually a very awkward topic, in retrospect..hhh.

Oh? *She smiles brightly upon seeing her own notebook.* O-Oh, goodness..! You've found it? That's wonderful..! *The smaller Elsen gently takes the red notebook out from beneath her arm.* Y-Yours came in handy, by the way. So I should thank you, again. A-And, uhm.. also. I have a small favor to ask -- i-if it would be alright, of course.

Hhh.. hello, monsieur...! *She waves, a familiar red notebook tucked under her arm.* How are you doing, today?

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