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⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ Seeing Sakura have a slight struggle with obtaining the drink, he couldn’t help but find it a little funny. Although it wasn’t shown at all on his face, not wishing to wreck anything at this point. Taking the bottle, the smile which he had remained in place. He wouldn’t admit to it, but he preferred the cherry, even if the only reason being that it likely reminded him of the pinkette before him. “C-Cherry is fine," he replied back, taking a small sip from said bottle. Now hearing about if he had encountered any trouble, instantly, shaking of his head began as hands would wave left and right to indicate a no.

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⊰ 火の玉 ⊱ “N-No it was okay Sakura. T-There was no trouble w-with coming here. S-So you don’t need to do anything, i-it was all fine…r-really,” he stuttered out. He felt bad about her having said that, not wishing for her to go to too much trouble for him. Now with his hand that wasn’t enclosed around the drink he had, he scratched at his cheek. "B-But I appreciate the c-concern. S-So thanks for that.”

▐ ░ ✿; ; ; ▶ 

     a grin that indicates a certain softness spreads across rose curves, the contours & dips that structure visage flushing a muted red. her laugh is dulcet & curt, one that follows amusement. 

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          ❝   ne ne, it’s really no big deal! i trust your word.   

     weary shoulders rise & fall, an attempt to ease the aching that had started in her back the past few months; most definitely a product of all the lifting & upper body movement involved with her profession. arms outstretch in front of her as she passes by him, another action relating to her trying to ease the pain – but her pleasant disposition remains as she enters her living room & flops lazily upon her couch.

          ❝   natsu, you can come & sit down y'know. we’re friends, yeah? no need to be so .. mm .. —– polite.  

     it wasn’t quite the word she was searching for, but it would do & so she doesn’t bother trying to correct herself. a palm raises, gesturing to the other half of the couch that wasn’t occupied with a singular brow raised.

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