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[flared]

Soooo--

[Axel shows up on screen and from what you should be able to see, he hasn't got anything on from the waist up. Not like this bothers him. At least not too much.]

A quick question.

[He shrugs and after a beat turns around to show someone's red coat in his hand instead.]

Who ever thought this many buttons would ever pass as a fashion trend?

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[tsundyne]

It was pretty long. Not too sure about the material it was made of, though -- it didn't look like leather to me.

[. . . The metal chains also would've stuck out, she imagines. But she continues.]

It also had buttons. Kinda like Lloyd's, but not nearly as many. Yours had a zipper instead, didn't it?

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[flared]

Mm, then it's not mine.

I'm not into the button thing.

[Zippers are where it's at, girl!]

Thanks for the tip at any rate.

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[tsundyne]

[Yukari shrugs; a lazy teenage version of "You're welcome."]

Like I said, someone'll turn up with it.

[There's a pause as she glances somewhere off screen, and then back at the camera.]

I probably oughta get going, though.

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[flared]

Oh, fine. If you must leave, then go ahead, doll face.

[He shrugs as well.]

I trust your holiday will go swimmingly.

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[tsundyne]

. . . It's Yukari.

[Looking rather unimpressed as she corrects him. He's never called her that before . . . but then again, she's never even spoken with this Axel before, really.

Pretty inconvenient when someone doesn't remember you, huh . . . ? But that's the way it goes sometimes. At least him calling her that had given her a chance to give him her proper name.]

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[flared]

What is it with girls and nicknames?

[But he doesn't say anything more about that, because Axel also knows that girls have a thing with temper.]

Good to meet you anyway.

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[tsundyne]

[Yes. Yes, they do, and Yukari's one of the especially ill-tempered ones. But luckily with things like this, she's learned to just roll her eyes and move on.

. . . Or, to be more accurate in this case, she's side-eying him and moving on.]

Yeah . . . you, too.

[Pausing, giving him a bit of a suspicious look, and then --]

See ya later.