[Ohhhhh now what was that about priorities? Tsk, tsk, Green. Although, admittedly, Akame has issues with sorting those out herself (as can be seen here), so. There's no judgment to be had here.
And she tries not to look back on any of those experiences she's shared with him thus far, because she knows he wasn't too thrilled to be stuck with her. It's just funny that them facing the kraken was them at their least awkward, but she still wants to make amends---she just doesn't know how.]
Well... [Akame scratches her cheek, prompting Najasho to do the same as she proceeds to look vaguely sheepish.] ...No. I've only taken what I've deemed necessary, but...these books belonged to a friend of mine.
[Her gaze lowers as she crouches to pick up a few of them.]
He would want me to read them, and I didn't have much time on Macha.
[ At least his stuff didn't fall on the floor, geez.
Green's stuck at the door way now though, caught between helping her out and watching her as she picks up those books. Neither options make him look particularly great, so he's going to achieve the ( pointless ) middle ground that involves the boy stepping out into the hallway properly. A pause, then -- ]
... So you're bringing them to read? [ A moment as he digests that. ] All of them?
[ There's a tone of disbelief in his voice that's less "really?" and more "if you say yes I can't believe you think this is a good idea". ]
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i mean it can't get any worse right.....
And she tries not to look back on any of those experiences she's shared with him thus far, because she knows he wasn't too thrilled to be stuck with her. It's just funny that them facing the kraken was them at their least awkward, but she still wants to make amends---she just doesn't know how.]
Well... [Akame scratches her cheek, prompting Najasho to do the same as she proceeds to look vaguely sheepish.] ...No. I've only taken what I've deemed necessary, but...these books belonged to a friend of mine.
[Her gaze lowers as she crouches to pick up a few of them.]
He would want me to read them, and I didn't have much time on Macha.
quiet, hollow laughter
Green's stuck at the door way now though, caught between helping her out and watching her as she picks up those books. Neither options make him look particularly great, so he's going to achieve the ( pointless ) middle ground that involves the boy stepping out into the hallway properly. A pause, then -- ]
... So you're bringing them to read? [ A moment as he digests that. ] All of them?
[ There's a tone of disbelief in his voice that's less "really?" and more "if you say yes I can't believe you think this is a good idea". ]