[Boy, is he still not used to this. It's hard to think he ever will be, but that's mostly because he's never expected to.]
[Nanu clears his throat, successfully finding himself not avoiding the touch; though whether or not the way he lowers his head is intentionally leaning into the affection or if it's just part of his stiff, awkward stance, is up for debate. Unaware to him, the feeling of warmth and comfort that stems from Anabel's gesture isn't just confined to him.]
[...He shrugs again, despite the jig being completely up.]
Just random prizes. They weren't too happy with me beating them at their own game. [After a moment, though, he scratches the back of his neck and ends up relenting. Sort of.] ...Might've made them hand over one of those in particular.
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[Nanu clears his throat, successfully finding himself not avoiding the touch; though whether or not the way he lowers his head is intentionally leaning into the affection or if it's just part of his stiff, awkward stance, is up for debate. Unaware to him, the feeling of warmth and comfort that stems from Anabel's gesture isn't just confined to him.]
[...He shrugs again, despite the jig being completely up.]
Just random prizes. They weren't too happy with me beating them at their own game. [After a moment, though, he scratches the back of his neck and ends up relenting. Sort of.] ...Might've made them hand over one of those in particular.