[ As they walk, Pyrrha chances looking around. The scenery is innocuous enough, but to her, wholly unfamiliar. Hands cobbled together their words and the seam of that action lays between their feet, blending her air and his. It’s disconcerting, to say the least. ]
Uh, I usually start off with grapefruit. You know what they say about fruits and vegetables!
[A pity Pyrrha doesn't know, because Bokuto certainly doesn't and he'd like to!]
Nope! What kinds of things do they say?
[He keeps pace with her well enough, arms swinging loosely by his sides as he walks. The cool air's refreshing after hours of practice, though a few beads of sweat linger on his forehead.]
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Sometimes.
[ As they walk, Pyrrha chances looking around. The scenery is innocuous enough, but to her, wholly unfamiliar. Hands cobbled together their words and the seam of that action lays between their feet, blending her air and his. It’s disconcerting, to say the least. ]
Uh, I usually start off with grapefruit. You know what they say about fruits and vegetables!
[ (Or not, because Pyrrha doesn’t either.) ]
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Nope! What kinds of things do they say?
[He keeps pace with her well enough, arms swinging loosely by his sides as he walks. The cool air's refreshing after hours of practice, though a few beads of sweat linger on his forehead.]