[Ow that hurt. A lot. Atsuro slowly pushes himself up to a sitting position, rubbing his head. Ow ow owww. Seeing her hand, he looks up at Naoto and takes her hand. Of course, he thinks she's a boy but... I digress! And then he pulls himself up.]
Thanks. [He rubs his head again, this time realizing that something's missing.] ...where's my hat... [Or his shirt, for that matter. Did someone jack his clothes? 8|]
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Thanks. [He rubs his head again, this time realizing that something's missing.] ...where's my hat... [Or his shirt, for that matter. Did someone jack his clothes? 8|]