[It's complete reflex, Shindou shifting his forearm to cover the napkin the instant that Catherine speaks up. He'd zoned out harder than he'd intended to at that point, not thinking that anyone would notice that he was less than fixated on the festivities.]
That's not...
[He turns to look her way, flushing a little, then back down towards what he'd been writing. Still not moving that arm.]
I was just jotting something down. I got distracted, I guess.
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That's not...
[He turns to look her way, flushing a little, then back down towards what he'd been writing. Still not moving that arm.]
I was just jotting something down. I got distracted, I guess.