[ he's still fumbling with the day, going over the stuff he either learned (he stays with juno-san, his dad is out of town) or knows (his name, his father, where everything goes in the kitchen, and how magic moves through his body, and a girl...) while she makes her way over.
the memory of a girl's short skirt is completely useless and frankly humiliating, and would be irrelevant if it weren't for the fact that moments after he pulls his gaze away from that girl, she shows back up, with her own outfit half matching the memory.
he looks up, still flustered, into eyes the color of chocolate. ]
Y-yeah... Am I late?
[ he can't remember anything, did he forget about agreeing to something after all? ]
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the memory of a girl's short skirt is completely useless and frankly humiliating, and would be irrelevant if it weren't for the fact that moments after he pulls his gaze away from that girl, she shows back up, with her own outfit half matching the memory.
he looks up, still flustered, into eyes the color of chocolate. ]
Y-yeah... Am I late?
[ he can't remember anything, did he forget about agreeing to something after all? ]