[ he nods to himself, repeating her name — it feels a little awkward and simultaneously familiar. maybe just the syllables rolling into each other with all the ease of the river flowing past town. yu-ka-ri. it feels like he should keep going, like he knows more than just that, and he tests her name once again, ]
Yukari... [ his brain follows the rhythm, and provides the next part without even being asked; as if trying too hard is what was preventing it from working before. ]
...Takeba? [ even as he says it, he knows he's right. ] It probably sounds repetitive to say, but — Sorry. For forgetting.
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Yukari... [ his brain follows the rhythm, and provides the next part without even being asked; as if trying too hard is what was preventing it from working before. ]
...Takeba? [ even as he says it, he knows he's right. ] It probably sounds repetitive to say, but — Sorry. For forgetting.