[ something, certainly, has barton bolder than he might typically act in this sort of situation - he may not be a prude, but getting cozy with someone in the middle of a market like this is somewhat outside his wheelhouse. barton reciprocates, in a way that has him dragging his hand upward to further ruffle nero's yukata. ]
[ he takes out his phone, too; they'll successfully exchange numbers. after slipping it away again, he gives a nod towards a bench somewhat off to the side. -- somewhat shaded from immediate view, a little less in the way of things. ]
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[ he takes out his phone, too; they'll successfully exchange numbers. after slipping it away again, he gives a nod towards a bench somewhat off to the side. -- somewhat shaded from immediate view, a little less in the way of things. ]
Wanna sit over there with me?