[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
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[ He's not so sure anymore. Their meal at the cafe feels like it'd been a while ago, as does the outing to the game center. Nishikiyama pulls his knees up to his chest while sitting on the ledge of the window, a gap slid open to let in fresh air and, likewise, his cigarette smoke out. They're so high up and there's barely any noise. Aoyama is nothing like Shinjuku. The quiet could make him nervous if he were alone. ]
I'm not letting you kick me out.