[He flinches when she bumps into him, and he just props up his elbow gently on one side of the floaty so he can rest his cheek on his hand while his other hand grips the handle on the other side.
Essentially, Sanson looks every inch like a Mr. Gloomy.
That remark about friends causes him to blush...and yet, there is a hesitation.]
Er...o-of course I do! [Just not a lot. He's not even sure if some of them would call him a friend.] And don't call me Mr. Gloomy!
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Essentially, Sanson looks every inch like a Mr. Gloomy.
That remark about friends causes him to blush...and yet, there is a hesitation.]
Er...o-of course I do! [Just not a lot. He's not even sure if some of them would call him a friend.] And don't call me Mr. Gloomy!