◣ chuuya ◥ :

  “Mm, maybe,” is his remark on the matter, deciding that he’ll take it with

    him. Keeping the milk away from a cold source for a significant amount of

    time wasn’t a good idea, but apparently it was better than leaving the

    carton behind. When she grips his sleeve, Chuuya lets it happen because,

    while he doesn’t exactly expect it, it’s better than her getting lost. He even

    lets his arm fall so that it’s closer to her reach, feeling weirdly soft when he

    soft it. What the hell… “Whatever, I guess. I’m supposed to be watching

    you, but it’s not like I was given step by step directions on what to do with

    you.”

◣ ✿ ◥ Kyouka adjusted her grip when he moved his arm, getting a more secure grip on the executive. Whatever? That meant they could do whatever she wanted to, right? It was a pleasant response, especially after she’d given him a chance to dictate what they did for the rest of the day, and she planned to make use of it. In the back of her mind, she wondered who would give step-by-step instructions on babysitting in the first place, but she didn’t voice the thought. “Is there an arcade nearby? I like playing games.” If asked, she’d insist that it was a method of training too; she already had the argument laid out and ready to go.