Ammy
Localized Pajamas
Arata was taken back by their reassurance. Cerin had barely spoken at all since he approached him, and Layla sounded sincere in spite of the fact that she instilled this concern of his in the first place. More than anything else, he was upset that his fear was so transparent.
'Time to man up,' Arata thought, reassuring himself that he would be able to handle any sudden events if something did happen. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Nodding to Cerin with a sheepish grin, he slipped out from under his hand and began walking toward, spinning around to face Layla as he continued to move toward his destination.
"I'm good now. Thanks." Arata responded, walking backwards until he bumped into the side of a nearby table. Spinning around once more to hide his reaction he grabbed a tray and walked to the serving line, beginning to shovel food onto it.
'Time to man up,' Arata thought, reassuring himself that he would be able to handle any sudden events if something did happen. "Yeah. Yeah, okay." Nodding to Cerin with a sheepish grin, he slipped out from under his hand and began walking toward, spinning around to face Layla as he continued to move toward his destination.
"I'm good now. Thanks." Arata responded, walking backwards until he bumped into the side of a nearby table. Spinning around once more to hide his reaction he grabbed a tray and walked to the serving line, beginning to shovel food onto it.
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