[it's a good thing that makoto can't read minds--despite popular belief--because otherwise he would be having a really bad time with ryousuke. he hands the bag over and doesn't hesitate, knowing that an athlete's strength can be deceiving even in the smallest of sportsmen.]
[glancing around, he hopes to catch sight of lovecraft. even through The Wall talk. he ekes out a reply, through it all.]
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[Makoto came all the way to give him something, and is now thanking him for it. The least he can do is take it off his hands.]
Ah, I wouldn't know about the art club. [does that mean less time for baseball] Something about a mural at the sports centre? To cover that wall.
[The Wall.
you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?]
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[glancing around, he hopes to catch sight of lovecraft. even through The Wall talk. he ekes out a reply, through it all.]
Hm, yes, I heard some talk about that too.
[removes his shoes and in he goes.]
I'm sure it'll be a really cool addition to it.