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       _{“Fresh.” He begins with a confident nod and a quick response to the female. “Okay well maybe not fresh, I’ve always considered my self to be a bit of a savory lover. I’m not moist okay, my cheeks may hold such but I am not moist…?” A break in his flow, a glance up and down, at himself and at her. “If you’re implying my Choromatsu friend that I’m Umami I have to disagree I’m a bit of a sweet and fresh with a little salty. Maybe sour too?” He’s thinking so much, his mind moves so much he doesn’t even wonder about catching up or about her catching up, he’s used to it. “I mean have you seen my fashion sense? Well you’re obviously too busy to notice my fashion sense but it’s rather eye-catching.” Rather lame is the correct phrase.}

_{She doesn’t pass up on the chance to check if he was telling the truth, hence her forefinger poking against his cheek. “Yep, not moist.” She says in a matter-of-fact tone as her forehead relaxes, analyzing expression exchanged with a cheeky smile. She was attentive with listening, taking note of his gestures, mannerisms, how much he was talking. Funny guy, he is. And very animated. There’s a lot of details he’s sharing just from a simple answer she’d given and that’s what earns him a laughter at first and another smile that seemed a bit concealed, confused even. “Eye-catching indeed,” she says dismissively before she scans him from head to toe. “Right on. You’re fresh, a little sweet, salty, and sour, huh?” Did he really know what ‘umami’ meant? She’ll probably regret the next question with the current stream of explanations but she goes for it, for the fun of it. “What am I, then?”}