[Even as she'd voiced the question, Makoto had been bracing herself for silence. Getting a reply at all, let alone one saying that they both know and love it comes as a surprise.]
Wait. What really?
[And with that, a skinny Japanese girl peeks out from under the table, looking to see who's talking.]
You're not just saying that are you? You really really know it?
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Wait. What really?
[And with that, a skinny Japanese girl peeks out from under the table, looking to see who's talking.]
You're not just saying that are you? You really really know it?