[ with a bow of his own head, small but acknowledging, he trades back his, with admiring consideration (because that’s all she’s had for him): ]
I’m Falco. Thanks for doing all this for me, Miss Sakura. [ he gestures to his clothes, and makes to pick them up into his arms. ] I twisted them in the sink, if that’s okay.
[ so they’re easier to dry, even in the window. it sounds like a perfect idea, better than any he’s had. ]
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I’m Falco. Thanks for doing all this for me, Miss Sakura. [ he gestures to his clothes, and makes to pick them up into his arms. ] I twisted them in the sink, if that’s okay.
[ so they’re easier to dry, even in the window. it sounds like a perfect idea, better than any he’s had. ]