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Samatoki doesn’t smile enough, Sasara concludes. He’s cute when he does, round and squishy and that’s probably why he’s always scowling, actually.
He decides he needs to make Samatoki smile before the end of the week. If he doesn’t— well, he supposes it’ll be business as usual, but he’ll feel unaccomplished.
The problem is Samatoki never laughs at his jokes. Just rolls his eyes and calls them stupid, and smacks Sasara if he’s feeling involved. This has never bothered Sasara, he knew what he was getting into becoming friends with a wet rag like Samatoki, and it just made it all the more satisfying when he finally did catch Samatoki smirking after a joke.
He taps his pencil on the desk, hunched over his notebook. He’s got some really good material in here.
Samatoki will be thrilled.