[ In one hand, Tenma has his phone. On screen is his manager's contact information, partly obscured by the thumb hovering over the Call button. The other hand squeezes Kazunari's - and, more importantly, the flashy ring he just put on him a few minutes earlier.
The butterflies in his stomach flutter with an anxious energy, the adrenaline of his successful proposal having yet worn off. He's just as nervous now as he was bringing up the idea of Kazunari marrying him.
But eloping suits them, he thinks. There's something so fun, spontaneous, and truly Summer Troupe about all this, it makes him laugh.
He'd be laughing anyway, as he's feeling delirious with love. But the point still stands. ] So? Where do you want to go?
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The butterflies in his stomach flutter with an anxious energy, the adrenaline of his successful proposal having yet worn off. He's just as nervous now as he was bringing up the idea of Kazunari marrying him.
But eloping suits them, he thinks. There's something so fun, spontaneous, and truly Summer Troupe about all this, it makes him laugh.
He'd be laughing anyway, as he's feeling delirious with love. But the point still stands. ] So? Where do you want to go?