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Livius observed Kaori's expressions with a crooked grin. It seemed like she didn't quite know what to make of him. Which was fine. Many people had that reaction. He knew that she was in a hurry, for whatever reason. He noted her lack of a thick jacket. How reckless. But she was most likely so out-of-breath over something important. Livius had been told before that he gave off a "feral" air. Whatever that meant. Some snotty kid he met at a party told him that. It had been one of his parent's parties, too. He had been forced to attend them quite a few times. Being trapped in a room full of rich, stuffy people was absolutely horrendous. He much preferred the wild parties he found within Shine City. The rural countryside was truly without excitement. He really didn't give a damn--but was he intimidating? Livius didn't care, as long as he was amused. Behind the girl's gaze, he could see thoughts wildly flutter and fluctuate rapidly. She was gauging on how to react, most likely.

"Cat got your tongue?" Livius teased mischievously. He leaned back on his heels, watching her intently. But his eyes were basically obscured by the thick, ruffled curtain of hair. Curtain... Curtain... The more he repeated it in his head, the less it sounded like an actual word. But didn't that happen with every word? It was definitely true. But wasn't there a scientific name for that phenomenon? Was it even a phenomenon? It was a certainly something he'd have to search for on the internet later. The internet was useful. It didn't occur to him that he had just wasted a minute pondering upon useless information until the pink-haired young woman spoke up again. He was snapped out of his thoughts as she began to speak. Her voice was soft, but it had a kind of delicate richness. He hummed quietly as he listened to her reply. He grinned once more. "Kaori's a pretty name." He mused. But as she revealed she had to go to work, he wasn't incredibly surprise. "Ah, I'd hate to keep you then." He told her.

"But you seem pretty cold. Man, how reckless, running out into the cold like that." He gave an exaggerated sigh, shoulders slouching and expression disappointed. He was pretty good at conveying emotions even when others couldn't see his eyes most of the time. It was a gift. He was quite a gifted young fellow, if he did say so himself. "Well, well." He sighed loudly. "I suppose that there's nothing else I can really do." With that, he unzipped his fluffy, comfortable jacket and slid it off. He wore a thick, black shirt. Although more cold, it would be worth it to see the expression on her face. "What kind of upstanding gentleman would I be if I let you continue running around without a jacket? You might get a cold." With that, he moved to hand the jacket to her. "Take mine." He told her eagerly. "I work at the Tiny Snowflake on weekdays from three to six. Come give it back to me then!"
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