Oh. Ok. [Aoi glances at Duster out of the corner of his eye, and freezes. Duster's face is flushed. Is this weird, what they're doing? It must be weird. He's certain Junpei would think it was weird.]
[Aoi quickens his step. The jacket slips off his bare shoulders as he puts a little distance between the two of them. It's so cold now, after that brief moment of warmth.]
There's, um, parties and stuff too. You probably got the invites. [Like there's anyone in this world that would invite Aoi to a party and not Duster. He's nervously chattering now, trying to keep the perfect amount of distance between the two of them so they stay within the umbrella's reach wit out being weirdly close, all while trying not to shiver or look at all like he's trying to do any of the aforementioned. Why did he even come here again?]
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[Aoi quickens his step. The jacket slips off his bare shoulders as he puts a little distance between the two of them. It's so cold now, after that brief moment of warmth.]
There's, um, parties and stuff too. You probably got the invites. [Like there's anyone in this world that would invite Aoi to a party and not Duster. He's nervously chattering now, trying to keep the perfect amount of distance between the two of them so they stay within the umbrella's reach wit out being weirdly close, all while trying not to shiver or look at all like he's trying to do any of the aforementioned. Why did he even come here again?]