[ It's a good change though. Like . . . seeing a stray cat brought in from the rain, seeing it after its fur is dried and brushed. Wrapped up and warm and starting to move around the house with just a little more confidence . . .
Her hands still, the soft hum in her throat fading as she's finally able to join the sound of his footsteps to the shape of his shoulders, the curve of his cheek. He has nice eyes. Especially now, framed by white and blue . . . ]
It looks good on you.
[ No need for the comm's translator; she says it in Japanese, almost shyly, her choice of words far more polite than Ikki's or even Yayoi's.
Her eyes drop almost immediately after saying it—that wasn't the question he'd asked at all. She rubs the back of her head, the screwdriver in her hand somehow not tangling in the pink tufts of her hair. ]
I mean . . . it's . . .
This is the inner coil. The auxiliary motor, for the rear wheels.
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Her hands still, the soft hum in her throat fading as she's finally able to join the sound of his footsteps to the shape of his shoulders, the curve of his cheek. He has nice eyes. Especially now, framed by white and blue . . . ]
It looks good on you.
[ No need for the comm's translator; she says it in Japanese, almost shyly, her choice of words far more polite than Ikki's or even Yayoi's.
Her eyes drop almost immediately after saying it—that wasn't the question he'd asked at all. She rubs the back of her head, the screwdriver in her hand somehow not tangling in the pink tufts of her hair. ]
I mean . . . it's . . .
This is the inner coil. The auxiliary motor, for the rear wheels.