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Mila's stare was somewhat unnerving, her eyes were like shutters focusing on his very details, for a moments she scanned his hands, monitoring his intentions before finally handing back his remote-controlled plane. A sigh escaped him, a smile followed with a nod. Perhaps he should say something now as to alleviate the situation yet the words seem to draw themselves into a halt. Fortunately, Mila finally spoke, attempting to ward away any misunderstandings. [color=1a7b30]"Oh! No! It's nothing, really I understand, I understand! I uhh... Yeah, I'm sorry if it was weird or anything."[/color] He could feel himself sink with every passing word, it was going fine to be honest. Nothing out of the ordinary, he just needed to calm down. Take a deep breath and sustain his nerves, closing his eyes as to focus on such, before long a very dramatic entrance had shook him out of his trance, a hand coiled across one shoulder to the next, Falk had made his entry... Hiro dumbfound, just stared at him now escalating the group another member. This was rather uncomfortable already and Falk didn't seem to make it anymore easier for the silver haired Linker, it wasn't until he opened his mouth that Hiro's cheeks, in fact the entire semblance of his mien had shifted entirely, grid itself into embarrassment and spoke out: [color=1a7b30]"Wait! What!? I swear, I wasn't staring! I mean I did see it, but certainly wasn't trying to stare!"[/color]

Did he just agree with Falk? No, that's not what he meant! [color=1a7b30]"I mean, yeah you know, it's like, I'm trying to look at you in the eyes when we talk, but that's also kind of tasking for me too so I try to pick somewhere else too look, and... I mean not that-- I mean, your eyes are just sooo-- I'm just trying to that say I can't really talk well with... I MEAN-- Uuhhh---"[/color] Suddenly, pulling away from his arm Hiro sensed himself digging up a whole deeper than he could fathom. Once again, attempting to calm down but sadly whatever voice of reason wanted to reach him fell short across a face full of beat red embarrassment. Kuni seemed to have been bothered, and felt uncomfortable herself and darted off into the distance herself, following her trail visually, a final look was handed towards his direction. Catching such, Hiro rose his hand to his lips, gently obscuring the slow, precise movements of his lips which gestured the words [i]"I'm sorry."[/i] towards her general direction. A wave followed suit, and now Mila added to her commentary of the situation. 

[color=1a7b30]"W-w-wait a minute, it's not that I--"[/color] Mila directed her conversation now towards, Ely and Lucia respectively. Hand, reaching forward almost as a means to gesture a halt to the misunderstanding, lost it's strength before the sense of powerlessness, staring at its open palm like a empty canvas, depositing thoughts upon its surface. A sigh, a tightened grip, he should really get home and attempt to fix this toy of his. Hiro didn't make much of a statement, he just seized the opportunity in where most were too busy talking to the other silver haired youth, and quickly made his exit quietly. Today was probably not the best of days, but it wasn't too dull at least.

[color=1a7b30]"It's a memory at least, don't have much of those." [/color]