[Pekoyama winces as Tsumiki starts crying. It had taken her a long time to realize that the louder he was, the less chance there was of Kuzuryuu actually doing something violent (usually). And with what she'd seen of him so far in Johto... she rather doubted he would do anything to harm either of these two. Or any of their classmates.
Her arms only cross more tightly over her chest as she looks to him for some kind of cue -- she could attempt to calm Tsumiki down, but then she looks to Nanami; looks like that won't be necessary. Seeing him bow to the nurse widens her eyes, and for a moment, she can't do anything but stare. Things certainly have changed. And even if it hurts to have him avoid her eyes, she forces herself to return her attention to the other two girls with a nod.]
What kind of cake would you like? [she asks finally, her fingernails still digging into her bicep as she does her best to not think about all the questions she has to ask Kuzuryuu. Later. She would ensure there would be time for that later.]
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Her arms only cross more tightly over her chest as she looks to him for some kind of cue -- she could attempt to calm Tsumiki down, but then she looks to Nanami; looks like that won't be necessary. Seeing him bow to the nurse widens her eyes, and for a moment, she can't do anything but stare. Things certainly have changed. And even if it hurts to have him avoid her eyes, she forces herself to return her attention to the other two girls with a nod.]
What kind of cake would you like? [she asks finally, her fingernails still digging into her bicep as she does her best to not think about all the questions she has to ask Kuzuryuu. Later. She would ensure there would be time for that later.]