[He's really glad Yuya can't see him once he's inside, because otherwise the brief look of shock caused by somebody actually thanking Naoki for something would've been plain as day. Instead, he sculks in behind them, letting the door slam shut.
He makes his way down the aisles slowly, methodically, trying to pick something out from the clutter of crap. Some candy, maybe? No, that's not a gift. Though he could probably sneak some out in his pockets if he wanted to.]
It'd make sense. [He plucks a snowglobe off one of the shelves and gives it a firm shake.] What about this? It looks... nice.
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He makes his way down the aisles slowly, methodically, trying to pick something out from the clutter of crap. Some candy, maybe? No, that's not a gift. Though he could probably sneak some out in his pockets if he wanted to.]
It'd make sense. [He plucks a snowglobe off one of the shelves and gives it a firm shake.] What about this? It looks... nice.