[ terrible timing indeed, of which kanbaru is oblivious to for the moment. she thought to pick up some flowers for preemptive apology purposes, or more simply, decorating the window sill of 1473.
but for all her stupidity, as soon as the shop keeper's called out his wavering welcome, she realizes something's wrong. kanbaru's relatively adept at parsing other's emotions; it's not particulary difficult to pick up on the fact that something's amiss. for one, makoto's usual cheeriness seems diminished considerably— besides, she can't recall the last time he hadn't been eager to greet a customer properly (she gives him points for effort, at least), despite visiting this little shop infrequently.
she hesitates upon entering, her steps slowing. ]
Makoto-kun...? [ tentatively, voice barely at normal volume. ]
[ concern worries at her brow. but before she decides on anything rash, she'll inquire once more. ]
Should I— Was this a bad time? [ yes, that much was evident. ] Do you want me to come back later?
damn u
but for all her stupidity, as soon as the shop keeper's called out his wavering welcome, she realizes something's wrong. kanbaru's relatively adept at parsing other's emotions; it's not particulary difficult to pick up on the fact that something's amiss. for one, makoto's usual cheeriness seems diminished considerably— besides, she can't recall the last time he hadn't been eager to greet a customer properly (she gives him points for effort, at least), despite visiting this little shop infrequently.
she hesitates upon entering, her steps slowing. ]
Makoto-kun...? [ tentatively, voice barely at normal volume. ]
[ concern worries at her brow. but before she decides on anything rash, she'll inquire once more. ]
Should I— Was this a bad time? [ yes, that much was evident. ] Do you want me to come back later?