[Hiyori's knuckles tighten to form a more snug rest of the hand under his chin, as his eyebrows rise at the terms proposed. He stabs the spoon back into the ice cream, and takes Jonathan's hand, finding the thumb joint to clasp palms properly.]
Deal!
[The rod that served as his primary weapon type was smooth; his hands have no calluses. He looks up, and adjusts his eyes to see Jonathan up there clearly through his glasses.]
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Deal!
[The rod that served as his primary weapon type was smooth; his hands have no calluses. He looks up, and adjusts his eyes to see Jonathan up there clearly through his glasses.]
We can talk about other things later, I hope.