[stealthily, hidden from Futaba's view underneath the table, Magilou hooks two fingers into the hem of Akira's shirt and tugs lightly. it's not much, but she can't very well grab his hand out in the open (she can, she's just weird), so this is the next best thing]
[she stays quiet. the next part isn't her story to tell, after all.]
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[she stays quiet. the next part isn't her story to tell, after all.]