[ Mine is left to himself for a moment's time. Nishikiyama remains in the bathroom for a while, passing a look to the forgotten (he thinks) mask and then following Mine on his way back to the bedroom with it in his hand. The robe's on the mattress, his dress shirt in the other man's hand, but Nishikiyama thinks nothing of it yet. He's too close to the ground still to suspect that Mine might not do laundry. He makes a face, but the expression is hard to make out with a moisturizing mask still on. There's something almost comical about how he looks with the sheet there, like someone out of a sitcom. ]
I'll wash it when I get home, you don't need to do anything.
[ That's the only assumed reason Mine would have to sniff his shirt. ]
You didn't put on your mask.
[ He drops it there in front of Mine and expects he cooperate. Without realizing, he steps into his space and goes to the bathrobe. ]
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I'll wash it when I get home, you don't need to do anything.
[ That's the only assumed reason Mine would have to sniff his shirt. ]
You didn't put on your mask.
[ He drops it there in front of Mine and expects he cooperate. Without realizing, he steps into his space and goes to the bathrobe. ]