[Toma readily scoots in, burying his face against Chobe's shoulder. Maybe it's childish, sure-- but it's hard not to be, when it comes to topics like this, worries he hasn't had to seriously consider since he was actually a teenager.
Still, he answers, albeit mumbled into Chobe's singed (what the hell happened there) jacket.] I'll look out for prospects.
[...He tilts his head a little to answer more clearly:] Couldn't I just share yours?
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Still, he answers, albeit mumbled into Chobe's singed (what the hell happened there) jacket.] I'll look out for prospects.
[...He tilts his head a little to answer more clearly:] Couldn't I just share yours?
[He's like. Half joking.]