[ Some people might shy away, hearing the venom dripping from his voice. Stand too quickly and knock their chair over, spout some silly nonsense as an excuse, and, naturally, trip over their own feet, walk into something, and then away.
Nao remains, idly tapping tapping the lid of her cup with her pointer. ]
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Nao remains, idly tapping tapping the lid of her cup with her pointer. ]
Whaddyou think its name'll be?