[Kira climbs off the bike. His movements are careful, deliberate, and precise--like a robot taught to dance, his body follows a set choreography. It doesn't at all betray the tumult of relief, gratitude, happiness, and deep, deep affection that lies underneath.]
Yeah, you should've.
[He reaches out and easily hooks his arm across Setsuna's shoulder, drawing him in for a noogie.]
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Yeah, you should've.
[He reaches out and easily hooks his arm across Setsuna's shoulder, drawing him in for a noogie.]
But once a dummy, always a dummy, eh Setsuna?