[ He shrugs. He doesn't really care, less work for him. Talking about work. He's getting sleepy. His pants are folded below the knee, so when walks out of the water he's not dripping wet. Seemingly ignoring her, Mikoto walks past her to a towel laid out on the sand. His back hits the towel and he uses his arms as a makeshift pillow before closing his eyes for a nap. ]
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