[ They're both suckered by that second, Mikado's scent becoming the more pronounced of the two despite Masaomi being no less interested. Rather, it's more he's yet to gain any sort of control over it, but he's also yet to gain too much of it to begin with. His development cycle in that regard was just beginning, but Mikado was making the world smell of sea salt around them, and he's distinctly embarrassed by it. Still, he stands with her, nodding so as to lead her away and towards the swings. ]
This way...
[ Masaomi, for his part, gets in step behind them. They need to clean up that picnic to be fair but he does so by way of simple pulling in the corners of the blanket and thus scooping up all the wrappers and such into one sac to carry with them ]
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This way...
[ Masaomi, for his part, gets in step behind them. They need to clean up that picnic to be fair but he does so by way of simple pulling in the corners of the blanket and thus scooping up all the wrappers and such into one sac to carry with them ]