[ Mine turns away from the mirror and from the conversation about what breakfast he ordered, hand on the countertop. Again, his brow hardly seems to even crinkle, confusion concealed by the thin, neatly pressed on mask. ]
This?
[ A slow morning, their pas de deux? That Mine flusters from his own thinking is equally invisible, yet lingers in the air. His gaze flickers, to and from, Nishikiyama without the mirror between. ]
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Date: 2024-05-16 01:32 pm (UTC)This?
[ A slow morning, their pas de deux? That Mine flusters from his own thinking is equally invisible, yet lingers in the air. His gaze flickers, to and from, Nishikiyama without the mirror between. ]