[He beams at her and winks, taking his card back and tucking his wallet away, and then steering them towards the entrance proper.
Leon notices "after I made friends," which is definitely a surprising thought coming from a girl like Rise. Who wouldn't want to be her friend, right? She's so . . . friendly! But he hasn't forgotten last time, and their discussion about how busy she is all the time; maybe it's part of celebrity life? (That's a pretty rotten thought. What's the point of being famous if you don't have any friends? Who do you go to when you need someone?)
He never thought he'd feel bad for a celebrity, but he kinda does. For just a moment, he leans harder against her side, stealing another glance at her face.]
I'm kinda surprised you even have time for me . . . ah, what I mean is, even though you're crazy busy, you're always checking up on me and stuff. It's really sweet. Who wouldn't want a friend like that, right? So you're probably drowning in more friends than you can handle! And if you're not it's just 'cuz they don't know you yet! I guess I'm one of the lucky ones?
[He sure hopes he isn't friendzoning himself or anything there.
(But he means all of it, and if nothing more than this ever happened between them, he'd still be pretty damn happy and lucky to have a friend like her. Every time she reaches out to him is like taking a step back down away from some cliff he'd once been creeping along, until now, most days, he can't even see it anymore, thanks to Kujikawa and the others.)
There is one other thing staring him in the face, though, that he probably ought to get out of the way. After a slight pause, he decides now's . . . probably a relevant time.
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[He beams at her and winks, taking his card back and tucking his wallet away, and then steering them towards the entrance proper.
Leon notices "after I made friends," which is definitely a surprising thought coming from a girl like Rise. Who wouldn't want to be her friend, right? She's so . . . friendly! But he hasn't forgotten last time, and their discussion about how busy she is all the time; maybe it's part of celebrity life? (That's a pretty rotten thought. What's the point of being famous if you don't have any friends? Who do you go to when you need someone?)
He never thought he'd feel bad for a celebrity, but he kinda does. For just a moment, he leans harder against her side, stealing another glance at her face.]
I'm kinda surprised you even have time for me . . . ah, what I mean is, even though you're crazy busy, you're always checking up on me and stuff. It's really sweet. Who wouldn't want a friend like that, right? So you're probably drowning in more friends than you can handle! And if you're not it's just 'cuz they don't know you yet! I guess I'm one of the lucky ones?
[He sure hopes he isn't friendzoning himself or anything there.
(But he means all of it, and if nothing more than this ever happened between them, he'd still be pretty damn happy and lucky to have a friend like her. Every time she reaches out to him is like taking a step back down away from some cliff he'd once been creeping along, until now, most days, he can't even see it anymore, thanks to Kujikawa and the others.)
There is one other thing staring him in the face, though, that he probably ought to get out of the way. After a slight pause, he decides now's . . . probably a relevant time.
Ahem.]
Sooooo, you and Narukami . . .