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“H-huh...? These packages...?” Well, perhaps Chihiro had gotten a little overconfident with them, after one delivery, but... deflating in self-imposed humiliation, he didn’t think he was handling it so badly that someone would have to help out. Sure enough, he’d gotten the carrying part down this time just fine, arms full... though he couldn’t really see where he was going.
As loathe as he was to admit it, yet again, perhaps she wasn’t wrong. Adjusting the bundles in his arms, he peers up at her over the top of the pile, face flushed. Really... shouldn’t he be able to handle this? “Uum... that’s...” Time and time again, he guessed he would be proved horribly weak after all, even if this stranger obviously meant well. He glances to one side. “I-I’m really doing fine! Honest! But, one of these shouldn’t be shaken around too much, so... if you could carry that one and make sure it doesn’t move, it’d probably be okay.”
If he could still carry the heavier stuff – if he could pretend he could manage just that on his own – couldn’t he survive with his dignity intact? “Uum... it’s the small one on the top.” With that flimsy excuse justifying it to himself, he can’t help feeling he’s just inconveniencing others again. “S-sorry...”













