[ what— haruki has to suppress a chuckle. ah. thankfully, they hadn't crashed into each other, but the outburst is loud enough that she doesn't even have to look to know that people are staring. the place really is steeped in tradition. a smile on her face, paying the others little mind (in contrast, keeping her voice at an appropriate volume,) ]
b.
Hey, hey. It's no prob.
[ she pats kumiko on the shoulder. ]
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