[The slightest crack of a smile appears on his face when she tells him to hush. You're welcome to jump at him whenever, Nariko; she weighs less than what he'd bench-press. And he's a little too distracted with the feel-goods to notice the price!]
Depends. How are we doing on time?
[He opens the door to the truck and then freezes.]
Ah. Iko, we forgot something...
[He could go with or without it, but he feels like she'd be a lot more comfortable if he was wearing one...]
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Depends. How are we doing on time?
[He opens the door to the truck and then freezes.]
Ah. Iko, we forgot something...
[He could go with or without it, but he feels like she'd be a lot more comfortable if he was wearing one...]