[ ...It's just tea. It doesn't have to signify a peace offering or an admission of guilt when it only just so happened that two cans fell out of the vending machine at once, which, sure, she'd left a nasty dent in the side of it to get chance to work in her favor, but that hadn't meant anything either. Aki could have simply left it to cool at her desk overnight, and that would have been equally as fine.
Cramming down the urge to do something else outrageous to rid herself of the awkwardly squirming feeling in her stomach, she tosses her own now-crumpled can into the waste bin. Zips over to lump her garment bag into a liftable pile, then joins Aki in passing through the door. ]
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Cramming down the urge to do something else outrageous to rid herself of the awkwardly squirming feeling in her stomach, she tosses her own now-crumpled can into the waste bin. Zips over to lump her garment bag into a liftable pile, then joins Aki in passing through the door. ]
So what'd Mister Makima say? Anything about me?