[center][h1][color=blue][u]M A M O R U[/u][/color][/h1][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][indent][hr][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent][/indent] • Namimori Town • 
[sub][b]{We should think of a date}[/b]
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With the battle complete Mamoru was left with an accomplished goal and fading power. It wasn't until the effects of Dying Will Mode wore off that his face began to glow a shade of red rivaling the inner like of his hoodie. [color=blue]"Oh shi... Um... I... I'm so... I don't..."[/color] He began to immediately stumble over his words in an attempt to apologize as he turned away to look for Ringo's bag. [color=blue]"I didn't mean... I didn't think..."[/color] The young mafioso began to shuffle around like a chicken without its head until finally he tripped over the bag in question. 

[color=blue]"H-here!"[/color] He finally shouted as he slid the bag across the floor to her and turn to face the wall. He was breathing heavily, still internally freaking out. But other thoughts popped into his head (not like that). She should have been prepared for battle at a moment's notice. She should always have clothes that wouldn't burn off when introduced to the Dying Will energy. She'd really been slacking in her preparation and probably more so in his basic Mafioso training. It was upsetting to say the least. She had one of the largest, most powerful Mafia families to care for and nurture. Even if it wasn't ideal, even if it wasn't normal, they'd talked about this, dreamed about it even, since they were younger. 

Mamoru almost turned to glance at her, but remembered the situation and calmed his nerves. That would just be more embarrassment. For both of them.