[He bounces idly, distractedly, in place: from heels, to ankles, to toes, and repeating the cycle. Only going still once Miyuki's on his feet again and moving to the closet, his eyes rising to follow with a blink. Perplexed, his brows come to meet each other, and he tags after a bit belatedly.]
Are what all right? [Sticking his head in through the closet door part way.]
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Are what all right? [Sticking his head in through the closet door part way.]