i've got a lovely bunch of coconuts

Hopping up and down-as if that would alleviate the pain- Maki whipped around, had been so caught up in the moment and hadn't noticed Akito approach at all. That habit of hers would probably bite her in the butt at some point, not that she'd know it. It felt like it had been forever since she'd seen Akito though, he hadn't changed much at all, maybe filled out some, gotten more muscular? Maybe not to the hunky extent of the characters in her stories but- aye aye, Maki probably shouldn't do that, he was a friend and very much real!

"I-er yeah!" She turned to face him, limping and staggering a little as she put weight on her sore foot. Nothing was broken, a bruise at worst. She really ought to know better, what a surprise that she'd hurt herself kicking something hard. "I kicked the coconut cause it looked kickable and yeah- it weren't. It's been...forever." Since she'd seen him, or it felt like it at least.