[She does notice. There's a small twinge of sympathy at the sight, but Makie keeps her opinions to herself. Commenting on such an affliction is just plain rude.
She follows him to the rack he points out, scanning it before breaking into a soft smile of relief, pointing to the weapon in question. Haru-no-okina.]
That one. May I take it down?
[More so he doesn't have to. It's an unwieldy weapon for a boy on a crutch.]
action;
She follows him to the rack he points out, scanning it before breaking into a soft smile of relief, pointing to the weapon in question. Haru-no-okina.]
That one. May I take it down?
[More so he doesn't have to. It's an unwieldy weapon for a boy on a crutch.]