Kotonoe found herself still caught in a haze in the back of her mind, a smile seemingly drawn onto her face after their kiss. She didn’t mean to get her hopes up, but maybe they were a bit more after it all had now passed. Her smile never fading, and the moment she heard Mitsuru’s stomach she found herself laughing instead, amused by the sound once more. “At least it didn’t do that while we kissed.” She hummed out as a small act of reassurance. However, she was sure the giddy tone was present in her voice as she spoke, not that she could really control it- or cared to-do at the moment.
“We’re getting food here in just a bit.” She said, almost parroting what he had said back. And she could already hear the bustle of the food court from where they were. She didn’t make a move to take her hand from his as they approached. That would be up to him.
“Are you sure you want me around often enough for that to be common?” She asked with a teasing grin, though honest curiosity was laced into it when she did so. She was more than happy with that idea after all. And she wouldn’t mind a new place to hide out instead of going to building 2’s break room. It wasn’t always that fun in there after all. And she would much rather prefer to be there with Mitsuru than in some stuffy room. Not to mention the green tea and broadcaster would brighten her day.
“I mean, I’ll glad you take you up on the offer.” Kotonoe insisted as she glanced back to him, noticing more people now as was common around the food court. Especially during shift change at the prison. A few guards here and there were ones she knew or had seen, no one she was buddy buddy with. Though, at any moment she would expect her building 13 friend to jump from the surrounding area with an arsonal of questions fired at the hummingbird guard.
Mitsuru walked to the food court with her, looking around for a bit who was present there and let out a sigh of relieve when he saw no one who would mind seeing him holding hands with someone.
He walked further with Kotonoe, not thinking about letting go of her hand until he felt something on his foot. Before he even could take a look at what it was, he felt himself falling, landing on the cold hard ground the next second.
The broadcater blinked a few times before even realizing he was sitting on the ground now, glasses falling down and his face mildly confused.
“What... was that...?”, he mumbled while slowly getting back on his feet again, locating something like a thin tripwire on the ground.
“Oh let me guess... That’s one of Tomato’s pranks again....” he sighed and rubbed over his elbow. It hurt a little.
After he caught his breath again, he looked back to Kotonoe, slightly embarrassed. “Don’t worry, I’m fine”, he said, just in case she was worried.
After sorting his thoughts again, Mitsuru came back to the topic they were talking about.
“I wouldn’t mind having you around on a dayly base~”, he admitted with a grin. “I’ll make sure there will always be enough green tea, a new chair so we don’t have to fight over my chair and maybe some snacks, but we’ll see about that~”
The black haired announcer felt a few pair of eyes on him but he couldn’t say he wasn’t surprised. A few of the people around them were laughing, he could swear he heard Tomato’s laugh as well, and the other half of the peple seem to be worried if he was okay or not.
He knew he must look odd right now, without hat and headphones.
