[He stands there for a moment, watching her, more than a little unsure as to what he was supposed to be doing. She was inviting him over, but is it really a good idea to sit down with her, in this weather? Of course not.
But Gentaro's never let bad ideas stop him before, and he sure as hell won't now.
He draws his jacket closer around him, like it'll help against the cold, and sets himself down on the rainslick boardwalk, putting his own rough, calloused hand in hers. He sits crosslegged, like a schoolboy, and watches the storm rage.]
So, what is this place?
[If it's in her house, it's gotta mean something to her, right? Maybe she just needs somebody to talk to.]
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But Gentaro's never let bad ideas stop him before, and he sure as hell won't now.
He draws his jacket closer around him, like it'll help against the cold, and sets himself down on the rainslick boardwalk, putting his own rough, calloused hand in hers. He sits crosslegged, like a schoolboy, and watches the storm rage.]
So, what is this place?
[If it's in her house, it's gotta mean something to her, right? Maybe she just needs somebody to talk to.]