Haruka's shoulders twitch up, and she raises a hand to rub at her nape. "Sorry," she mutters, guilty. This is the exact opposite of what she wanted. Is the first step of her great courting plan making Michiru want nothing to do with her? Great going, Casanova.
She rolls her shoulders back with a deep inhale, holds it a moment, and exhales. The simmering settles, just a bit. Enough to keep it at bay for a time.
"Just kind of a long day," she offers lamely, one corner of her mouth quirking with sheepishness. She's not really sure what else she could say. When was the last time she felt awkward? When was the last time she had a poor impression to amend?
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She rolls her shoulders back with a deep inhale, holds it a moment, and exhales. The simmering settles, just a bit. Enough to keep it at bay for a time.
"Just kind of a long day," she offers lamely, one corner of her mouth quirking with sheepishness. She's not really sure what else she could say. When was the last time she felt awkward? When was the last time she had a poor impression to amend?
"... Your lunch looks nice."