Thumping Heart, Wrong Person [Gamukira, Kazuya]

When she was given her answer, Gamu responded and looked elated. It wasn't a yes but it was a chance, a possibility and all she had to do was figure out the way. All of her knowledge would find a path, and if she couldn't find it? She'd make it.

Her feet moved and she shunpo'd to in front of Abalia to hug her, admittedly the size difference did make it a little awkward and the fact that she wasn't use to doing affectionate acts.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you."

She kept mumbling while squeezing her tightly, wanting to remain like this for a bit before sheepishly backing out and feeling suddenly meek now. She had done it, or at least the first step of it and Gamu remembered that there was another person who had made this a reality.

"Uhm, I've never really thanked anyone besides Abby before but thank you, Kazuya..."

He had been thanked, but he did not wish for any words to be spared in his direction. There is a gentle resolution within him, stirring like a small boat in a river. Slowly, he found himself accepted reality as it is. It made him wonder what kind of answer he would have received if he had allow his inner thoughts a chance to come forth. No matter. Things have gone the way they were intended to go. He did not being Gamu here simply to laugh at her pathetic attempts at expressing herself. She was brought to find resolution that she would not have found through a letter. Yet, he wondered, would a letter returned that had rejected her advances have left Gamu empty or would that have proven enough. From this event alone, Kazuya could not imagine the sequences that would have occurred afterwards.

"You are welcome... I should be on my way though. Mmm... Leave you two to your... Mmm... selves."

He gave a wry smile, his lips tight and firm. However, his one eye held a bit of confliction within it as he turned and headed towards the door. This is very much like a building to him. It is strong at first, there is pride felt for it, but, slowly, it will age, and, slowly, it will crumble. He wishes both women an ending that they are satisfied with, even if their stories continue without one another.