[you know what's a good, dangerous funtime? still hanging out on rooftops while everything is in bits and pieces. leo sucks on a popsicle, taking a break, and watches miai walk below him.
hm. should he. no, it's not a matter of "should", because leo's already making his way down into the alley, drawn naturally by miai's presence; it's always like that, always, and he throws his arms around the other with little hesitation. there should be more, but there's a lot of "shoulds" in leo's life that don't quite make the cut.]
Look at you, strongman, carrying groceries. ♪ Need a hand? Want a shortcut? Hey, hey, where are we going~?
[because they're now going together, of course, immediately falling back into an old rhythm. not quite their dating rhythm, but an old one, comfortable the way he is with friends.]
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hm. should he. no, it's not a matter of "should", because leo's already making his way down into the alley, drawn naturally by miai's presence; it's always like that, always, and he throws his arms around the other with little hesitation. there should be more, but there's a lot of "shoulds" in leo's life that don't quite make the cut.]
Look at you, strongman, carrying groceries. ♪ Need a hand? Want a shortcut? Hey, hey, where are we going~?
[because they're now going together, of course, immediately falling back into an old rhythm. not quite their dating rhythm, but an old one, comfortable the way he is with friends.]