legs are propped up quite comfortably on the edge of dark brown coffee table, toes underneath the soles of black boots click together in a neurotic manner. fidgeting. finds it difficult to remain still. “ seiji, you’re really pretty. i mean it, super pretty. probably the prettiest girl i’ve ever met. ” matter of fact in tone, though an empty compliment coming from the stone boy. liked to hand them out quite blindly. of course she was pretty, though he could say the same about most people he met.