[Yakumo nods at that, taking a step closer to him and sliding along as gracefully as a Kirlia, despite the awkward way he's moving. She's found the pattern in his step, and is adapting easily enough.]
Are we friends? [A pause.] Good friends, I mean? Aren't there...other people you'd rather be out with? [Because honestly, hearing that is a little needle to her ego.]
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Are we friends? [A pause.] Good friends, I mean? Aren't there...other people you'd rather be out with? [Because honestly, hearing that is a little needle to her ego.]