( he'd just managed to take his own cup in hand finally, as he looks up with interest as makoto breaks off a piece of the cake. there's a cautionary— ) Ah...? ( that comes from him a bit too late...
and he leans forward, placing his coffee back down again. his head is bowed in what looks like a moment of silence... until his shoulders start to shake.
a hand clamps down on his mouth, but it isn't enough, what starts out as muffled snickering erupts into full blown laughter as he casts his head up and back again. her face was right, futaba! )
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and he leans forward, placing his coffee back down again. his head is bowed in what looks like a moment of silence...
until his shoulders start to shake.
a hand clamps down on his mouth, but it isn't enough, what starts out as muffled snickering erupts into full blown laughter as he casts his head up and back again.
her face was right, futaba! )