[Atsushi immediately feels horrible for making Oda get up when his leg is broken, and it shows in his sheepish expression as he enters Oda’s apartment. He bows, holding the cake out in front of him as an offering of sorts.]
I’m sorry I made you get up and answer the door! Please accept this...
[Oh. Wait. Oda can’t walk on crutches and carry a cake. Duh, Atsushi!!he immediately apologizes again before excusing himself to set the cake down on Oda’s kitchen table.
He turns back to face Oda, rubbing his arms nervously. No one ever said he was good at socializing.]
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I’m sorry I made you get up and answer the door! Please accept this...
[Oh. Wait. Oda can’t walk on crutches and carry a cake. Duh, Atsushi!!he immediately apologizes again before excusing himself to set the cake down on Oda’s kitchen table.
He turns back to face Oda, rubbing his arms nervously. No one ever said he was good at socializing.]
Um...thank you for allowing me over...