[Chuuya urges, and Atsushi listens. Clinging to Chuuya, he barely even registers that this is unusual: he just lets himself be carried along by the progression of events (and by Chuuya) without ever having a second thought.
It's only at that question that he thinks again; it's only at that question that he has to.]
Can we do it again? [Well, that's not embarrassing to say at all, even if he doesn't use the actual word. It's true that Chuuya asked him what he wants, but Atsushi still feels a little weird for coming out and saying it - which is probably why he tries to justify it a little somehow.] I'd like that.
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It's only at that question that he thinks again; it's only at that question that he has to.]
Can we do it again? [Well, that's not embarrassing to say at all, even if he doesn't use the actual word. It's true that Chuuya asked him what he wants, but Atsushi still feels a little weird for coming out and saying it - which is probably why he tries to justify it a little somehow.] I'd like that.