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nagasexai:

It’s been way, way too long. [He’s grinning, giving her a little kiss to the temple before he finally pulls back and allows Nagisa her space. She’s the same girl he remembers, definitely. That’s a relief.] Hi. I didn’t crush your lungs, did I?

[He laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.] An’ you want to go inside? I should probably take you inside.

Want me to be the ultimate gentleman and carry you up?

I know~ Ah, I really did miss you.~ /Grinning at his small gestures of affection, Nagisa felt at ease. As soon as he let her go, she moves over to her car and grabs her bag and the containers of food she had resting on the hood./

Yes, let’s go inside- /Okay, of course not a lot about her has changed, but the one thing that may never change is how quick she could get flustered over the smallest things./ Eh, carry me? No no! /She’s laughing, her cheeks a light shade of pink./ It’s fine, I have these bags, so it would be a bit difficult to carry me and the food.