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“I think your new roommate might also be a little clumsy.” sliding to the mostly empty side of the room to reposition his stuff. “I am so sorry! Hold on, let me move this stuff, too.”
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someone new moving in, but he did not know it was going to be this soon. and with the collection of knickknacks and basket of unfolded laundry on the second set of furniture in the room, that fact becomes very obvious.
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“No, no, no. It’s fine. It’s whatever.” a wave of his hand suggesting to ignore the mess now underneath his elevated bed.
something bubbles inside at the wink, and it causes the words come crashing down. new, nice roommate. right! … he remembers a message about
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“Who taught me to——?!” a sudden step back, hands up a little too defensively to dismiss the question. now he is embarrassed. “No one! What, I’m not—— I’m—— I wasn’t trying to—— …”
hold on, let him restart. a slow blink, deeply inhaling. “What I’m saying is, I think
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what to do with his hands. offering the handshake.
“It’s Wuyang. I’m Wuyang. Annnnd, you are … M—Mizuki, was it?”
“Oh, hey! … Hi!” coming to an abrupt halt in the hall. mustering up a welcoming smile and curt nod. “No need to apologize. I probably forgot to introduce myself. Been a busy day, hah.”
a click of his tongue. is a handshake appropriate? maybe, because he is not sure
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