[ if there's one thing nazuna's learned as a kindergarten teacher, you've got to roll with the messes. he got the brunt of the feather onslaught, so he's still covered in them, sticking out of his blonde hair at all directions, stuck in his cardigan, but it's okay. he pulls his hands away from apollo when he seems to fuss over his hair, turning away with a little bit of a fond smile.
a few minutes of searching passes, but nazuna makes a little "mm!" noise and turns around. ] Apochin, catch!
[ and he tosses him a small hand mirror he found on one of the shelves. it's not far...don't drop it. ]
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a few minutes of searching passes, but nazuna makes a little "mm!" noise and turns around. ] Apochin, catch!
[ and he tosses him a small hand mirror he found on one of the shelves. it's not far...don't drop it. ]