[Huh. Paper's a weird material for a scarf, but who's Dev to judge?]
I'm Devero. [--Which statement is accompanied by a particular movement of his hand: hand raised slightly, palm up, then a touch of middle finger to thumb, then a flicking gesture: he's released his public tag to Koumyou's Interf--
Oh. Right. His own Interface blatts in his ear, flashing a text warning as well. No local network found. A quick slicing gesture of the same hand dismisses the error message that he's grown very tired of seeing.
All of that happens in a bare moment, and his smile-- well, it does go a little strained, but otherwise doesn't falter through the interrupted electronic call-and-response. He lifts both hands and swings his hips.] Do you dance, Koumyou?
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I'm Devero. [--Which statement is accompanied by a particular movement of his hand: hand raised slightly, palm up, then a touch of middle finger to thumb, then a flicking gesture: he's released his public tag to Koumyou's Interf--
Oh. Right. His own Interface blatts in his ear, flashing a text warning as well. No local network found. A quick slicing gesture of the same hand dismisses the error message that he's grown very tired of seeing.
All of that happens in a bare moment, and his smile-- well, it does go a little strained, but otherwise doesn't falter through the interrupted electronic call-and-response. He lifts both hands and swings his hips.] Do you dance, Koumyou?