[There was no plan. After this, he's probably going to hug his knees on the couch in his room for hours while Jun frets in the background. Kind of like he did during Conquest. He dearly misses the days when unpleasant work assignments were the biggest thing he had to worry about.
He does stop when she calls out to him, looking back over his shoulder. His eyes blink.]
Now?
[He normally wouldn't be opposed. But he's holding ice cream and he isn't feeling dancey. At least her question surprises him enough that it chases away some of the gloom, though...]
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He does stop when she calls out to him, looking back over his shoulder. His eyes blink.]
Now?
[He normally wouldn't be opposed. But he's holding ice cream and he isn't feeling dancey. At least her question surprises him enough that it chases away some of the gloom, though...]