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Chapter 12 by transplanter transplanter

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The pair decide to slip out of the movie to calm down

(chapter originally by MidnightWisher on writing.com)

"It's fine, Makoto. You're fine. I'm sure there's nothing wrong, the clasp probably broke or something." Ann said in an attempt to calm her senior down. Makoto's trembling made it clear that words weren't helping. “Why don’t we leave the movie for a couple minutes,” Ann suggested. “We can go for a snack bar run or take a bathroom break, clear our heads, y’know?”

Makoto thought on it for a moment, before nodding. “That… that sounds like a good idea,” she said visibly trying to regain her composure. As the movie soundtrack seemed to be building for another chase and jump scare, Makoto threw out all pretense of being calm as she jumped to her feet, ready to leave before anything else happened. No sooner than she had done it did she realize her mistake. When she jumped up, her bra slid out the bottom of her dress. It joined the popcorn kernels on the sticky theater floor. She froze up, stomach in knots, torn between what to do. It would be noticeable if she bent over and picked up her bra. What would the people around her think she had been doing?

“Is something wrong?” Ann whispered from her seat. After Makoto jumped up so eager to leave, just to stop where she stood, Ann knew something was up.

Makoto hesitantly bent over closer to Ann, her breasts freely swaying with the motion, rubbing against her dress’s fabric. “My… my bra… fell on the floor…” She whispered almost imperceptibly quiet. Ann almost didn’t hear her over the person groaning from somewhere behind them, whispering rather loudly about how “that girl” needed to sit down or get out already.

“It’s all right,” Ann said, giving her senior a warm, reassuring smile. “I’ll find it, you just wait outside.”

Makoto gave her a curt nod and the most earnest thank-you Ann had ever heard before swiftly heading toward the exit. Ann waited until Makoto was at least out the aisle before she slid out of her seat to kneel on the floor, beginning her search. As she did so, the earrings glimmered once more.

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