[Manabu murmurs a soft, affirmative sound, nodding at Ryunosuke in light of that worry. he looks away from it, though, in favor of glancing back over at Kazuma and his injuries. in his mind, those are more egregious than rickety joints and perpetual chill...and because it's Kazuma, not himself.
he follows Ryunosuke indoors and down the hall to the room they've rented to share - definitely not dissimilar to the first one. it makes Manabu's stomach do a little flip from the memory. it gives him cause to shoot a furtive, bashful glance back at Ryunosuke while he's settling in.
it's still a new kind of thing, getting comfortable with both of them at the same time...and while he trusts them, he can't say he's sure he won't bungle something up himself by merit of being himself.]
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he follows Ryunosuke indoors and down the hall to the room they've rented to share - definitely not dissimilar to the first one. it makes Manabu's stomach do a little flip from the memory. it gives him cause to shoot a furtive, bashful glance back at Ryunosuke while he's settling in.
it's still a new kind of thing, getting comfortable with both of them at the same time...and while he trusts them, he can't say he's sure he won't bungle something up himself by merit of being himself.]