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Posted: Wed Apr 24, 2013 6:49 am
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Having been raised american, even if she did know grasps of foreign language, she couldn't make them out in the quiet talk between the two Asian men. However, Akina's face did contort slightly in confusion at the exchange between them. Not that she didn't see the closeness between the two friends; but, that she felt torn between responding two different ways and in the thick of her wayward thoughts she was left confused and uncertain. So when he seemed to inquire about seeing a small blonde boy...well that really didn't narrow it down any. Even with feeling guilty, or perhaps especially because she felt guilty about knocking Makoto into the pool, she was left in a state that was simply unlike herself and Akina just shook her head as she stood up. Wondering now if she had grabbed the wrong cup earlier and was feeling the effects of something interesting instead of just liquor, the girl shook her head again as she just looked at the house and tried to remember if she had seen someone. Surely she had...but where?...and in feeling a strange dizziness wash over her head, the woman vaguely remembered the upstairs and thought that maybe that was the person Matoko was looking for.
“ I think I saw...a blonde boy upstairs...somewhere...”, and rubbing her forehead a little, feeling like there wasn't much worse of an embarrassing thing to do to one's crush after pushing them into the pool or accidentally shoving them into a cake, Akina added in a soft tone. “ Maybe they found a room?...”, and not meaning that to be distressing news, though it might be for the people in the closet not wanting to be disturbed, Akina wasn't trying to lead the way when she walked back to the house, but if she was followed she would have pretended that she was enough to point at the staircase as her head felt a little more loopy.
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