[ It's only when he sees that she's overburdened with them that Mao starts to wonder if he maybe went over the top with the flowers, but he wasn't sure what to do. He has no experience with romantic gestures but the urge to give and give and give to Anya got the better of him. At least she doesn't seem to mind, even if her confusion is clear.
He takes her hands when she reaches out, just palm to palm, and offers her a little smile. ]
I just wanted your welcome home to be fit for an idol.
[ Ahh, but that's not all and he's not a very good liar. He thought it'd be easier with her here but even though he knows what he's feeling, his nerves are catching up to him. He holds her hands a bit tighter, steps in a bit closer. ]
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He takes her hands when she reaches out, just palm to palm, and offers her a little smile. ]
I just wanted your welcome home to be fit for an idol.
[ Ahh, but that's not all and he's not a very good liar. He thought it'd be easier with her here but even though he knows what he's feeling, his nerves are catching up to him. He holds her hands a bit tighter, steps in a bit closer. ]
So, welcome home, Nastya.