[ Maybe he senses discomfort. Mine looks away, down at the counter in front of him, like he doesn't want to scare off the picture of Nishikiyama in his bathroom mirror. He finds his eye cream to apply, a familiar next step. The quip makes him smile more than he thinks shows– the corners of his mouth twitch upward and his reply isn't so steely either. ]
I'll put something together.
[ Leaning in to his own reflection, Mine's hand placement on his chin suggests he's considering a shave, though there's barely the appearance of stubble to go over. ]
Would you like to order in?
[ When Nishikiyama mentions breakfast. Mine's had the option on the table since waking up. ]
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I'll put something together.
[ Leaning in to his own reflection, Mine's hand placement on his chin suggests he's considering a shave, though there's barely the appearance of stubble to go over. ]
Would you like to order in?
[ When Nishikiyama mentions breakfast. Mine's had the option on the table since waking up. ]