[ September is presumably scarf weather even though it was 97F here today and I wanted to die. Ryoji isn't bothered by it, though, cold hands that reach for Lucy's— she looks stunned enough that he could very easily grab them, if he didn't mind being flipped over onto his back in the next second- but he doesn't, so he clasps his hands behind his back, bouncing on the balls of his feel. ]
Are you out by yourself today, Lucy? I am too, and I'd love your company.
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Are you out by yourself today, Lucy? I am too, and I'd love your company.