Zenkichi grew quiet, lips pressed into a line. "I see," he nodded slowly. "Well, hey, I guess we will both learn something out of this."
He didn't exactly wish to reminscene old memories but more than that, he didn't want to disappoint her.
"I...have a vague idea of her liking dramatic clothing," he finally says, looking away as he fidgets with his own coat. "She doesn't want a monochrome palette, more reds and pinks. I think- she's sick of her CCAI uniform."
Ah-
"Zenkichi Hasegawa by the way," he finally answers. "But I would prefer just being called Wolf. You are...I may have cheated a little and recognized you through the network IP address."
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He didn't exactly wish to reminscene old memories but more than that, he didn't want to disappoint her.
"I...have a vague idea of her liking dramatic clothing," he finally says, looking away as he fidgets with his own coat. "She doesn't want a monochrome palette, more reds and pinks. I think- she's sick of her CCAI uniform."
Ah-
"Zenkichi Hasegawa by the way," he finally answers. "But I would prefer just being called Wolf. You are...I may have cheated a little and recognized you through the network IP address."
"Sumire Yoshizawa, is it?"