( amami shrugs, because he sure will be thanking ranger anyway. but it doesn't look like they'll be going anywhere for this lunch, so amami glances around and grabs a free chair, pulling it over and up to ranger's desk so he can sit properly — or, well, kind of properly. he's sideways on the chair, one leg tucked under him, pulling a couple containers out of his bag to set them on the desk. )
This one's yours. ( noted as he pushes forward a small tupperware with what looks like some kind of cake inside. ) You like sweets, right?
( or at least, he'd kind of figured, based on the ice cream cone and the proposed gift komaeda had told him to hand over. )
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This one's yours. ( noted as he pushes forward a small tupperware with what looks like some kind of cake inside. ) You like sweets, right?
( or at least, he'd kind of figured, based on the ice cream cone and the proposed gift komaeda had told him to hand over. )