[ Briefly, as she watches him hesitate, all super stiff and proper, she wonders why she didn't just suggest they talk in the living room. She doesn't want to risk waking Yujin though, and definitely not Jack, so ultimately she feels she's made the right choice, even as the knot ties itself in her stomach.
She leaves the door slightly ajar, at least. Walking over to the bed, the most obvious choice, she picks up the journal she'd been writing in (which was on pause, for now), and then places it with her quill on the shelf nearby. She also starts to adjust some of the pillows, and Iris, before wondering why Kazuma would ever want to sit on her bed of all places, and then she just... kind of gives up. There are some soft chairs she has laid out against the wardrobe partition, either of which Kazuma is free to take.
Meanwhile, she still has Iris in her hands. She brings her comfort. ]
A, Anywhere you'd like. [ Family, they're family. He belongs anywhere here. ] My apologies. I'm not accustomed to having guests in my room. [ Not even family. But he already knew that. ] ...I am still glad you're here, though.
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She leaves the door slightly ajar, at least. Walking over to the bed, the most obvious choice, she picks up the journal she'd been writing in (which was on pause, for now), and then places it with her quill on the shelf nearby. She also starts to adjust some of the pillows, and Iris, before wondering why Kazuma would ever want to sit on her bed of all places, and then she just... kind of gives up. There are some soft chairs she has laid out against the wardrobe partition, either of which Kazuma is free to take.
Meanwhile, she still has Iris in her hands. She brings her comfort. ]
A, Anywhere you'd like. [ Family, they're family. He belongs anywhere here. ] My apologies. I'm not accustomed to having guests in my room. [ Not even family. But he already knew that. ] ...I am still glad you're here, though.