(Michiru’s hand stops mid-step. Her clipboard tilts, almost falling. Michiru (whispering and smile fade away and concerned): …Seriously? (Her face twitches. The forced smile she had been holding all day finally crumbles. She stares at them and watches both in window) Michiru's voice - barely a breath -slips out) Michiru (muttering to Hersel and mad) : ..Tch. Just go have your stupid date, then. What do I care... (She turns around sharply. Her boots click harder than usual on the pavement)
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