He was not able to evade a throw from the kid after losing focus.
"Onii-san, are you okay???" The woman asked in a husky sweet tone after hastily rolling out of the table and crawling on his spot with her knees and hand on the floor.
The loose obi (sash) on the woman's hip opened her yukata more intimately than she was at the table and Nobuyuki forgot to hold his nose close. Blood gushed out of his nostril when he lifted his head trying to get up from his tumble.
"He's okay. He's just being a pervert." The lady sarcastically answered, raising her brow as she watched the mustached man clumsily trying to sit up from the floor.
"Ohhh…I like perverts," The charming woman curved her lips mischievously and giggled while covering her lips with the tips of her fingers.
Nabuyuki swallowed his spit to wet his dry throat. And leaned on the side to take a glimpse of the lady leaning her delicate face on the back of her fragile hands over the table.
