[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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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.]