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[ there's some sounds of movement - rustling of bag and things - as mitsuru moves behind him and looks for a place to set up all the gears at, but he doesn't immediately turn to help her with it - even though she said it's sharp and spikey, he carefully prods at one of the spines with a finger, starting when it, in fact, does hurt. for such a tiny thing, it's stronger than it looks, huh? ]

Sorry--- what?

[ he's still smiling when he turns around to catch mitsuru staring at the photo - still smiling, but it is a fraction off, a little awkward - maybe embarrassed at being caught out with a childhood photo? or maybe it's something more. ]

Uh, yeah! That's me ... and Nai.