[Never mind the fact that she's dressed in a men's coat– it's cold as shit and Akira's ushering her inside, a hand planted firmly on the curve of her back.
...rather, he'd have helped her inside of Ann didn't help herself, muscling right past him. Dumbfounded, Akira stands on the threshold, very nearly shutting the door on his fingertips. Ah. She's definitely mad.]
I'm sorry?
[That's it, isn't it? The thing he said before. One of several things he said before, but a thing all the same.]
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...rather, he'd have helped her inside of Ann didn't help herself, muscling right past him. Dumbfounded, Akira stands on the threshold, very nearly shutting the door on his fingertips. Ah. She's definitely mad.]
I'm sorry?
[That's it, isn't it? The thing he said before. One of several things he said before, but a thing all the same.]