[ ... oh my god fukuda he was hoping for like... some kind of flustered reaction so they can have a laugh, not this. even though he should have known. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN.
Quietly, he takes one of the pillows and holds it against Fukuda's face. Shhh. No more. ]
Never mind. I want to go back. Pretend I never asked.
Anyway, molly just stands up, goes over to each of them in turn: grabbing Gojou by the face and smooching him on the forehead, and smooching Fukuda on the forehead but over the pillow that's on his face.]
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I don't think so?
[Why is he so unsure? Why are they discussing this right in front of Molly's salad?]
... Unless that would help?
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[What a conversation that's unfolding! His friend was lava-fied just hours ago!]
Help with what? Seems a rather personal decision, my friend. Don't let me influence you one way or the other.
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Quietly, he takes one of the pillows and holds it against Fukuda's face. Shhh. No more. ]
Never mind. I want to go back. Pretend I never asked.
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Anyway, molly just stands up, goes over to each of them in turn: grabbing Gojou by the face and smooching him on the forehead, and smooching Fukuda on the forehead but over the pillow that's on his face.]
I will say, that did help.