not usual, he'll let himself be pushed to a stop and lean back from her, hands up in surrender himself. how the tables turn, and subaru'll get off so she can sit up in the snow; he'll brush the white off her, just as she did for him that one snowy day.]
Sorry, Sasara~... Too much to drink?
[give her that, since he doesn't know what else it could be. don't puke.]
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not usual, he'll let himself be pushed to a stop and lean back from her, hands up in surrender himself. how the tables turn, and subaru'll get off so she can sit up in the snow; he'll brush the white off her, just as she did for him that one snowy day.]
Sorry, Sasara~... Too much to drink?
[give her that, since he doesn't know what else it could be. don't puke.]