[ She? Mine latches onto faint elaboration. Rather than creases appearing back on his brow, curiosity moves into his face by lifting away so much introspection. When he notices it himself, Mine snuffs it quickly with the kind of curt answer. ]
Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]
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Yes.
[ No one knows. But he regards it with the reasoning of keeping something precious like a museum piece behind glass. Steam from the shower still hangs in the room. Mine steps closer. With the layers of the bathrobe slightly parted, he catches a glimpse of Nishikiyama's bare chest. His fingers tug on a long sleeve, charged with unspoken intent. ]