[ As if Mine had said the phrase "I'm sorry" itself to him. That's how Nishikiyama interprets it despite, and stuck within the confines of the stall, he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to another without skirting the thin space where Mine stands. Lacking too much will to resist, he reaches up to push on Mine's shoulder instead this time. ]
Look at you. See? ...You're totally not.
[ He hardly knows what he's accusing Mine of at all. He feels a chalky aftertaste in his mouth, recalling that he'd just vomited, and then tries to peek around Mine's figure. ]
I need a breath mint. At least give me a breath mint.
[ His voice becomes pitchy with complaint, sort of like a dog whining. ]
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Date: 2024-01-15 02:18 pm (UTC)[ As if Mine had said the phrase "I'm sorry" itself to him. That's how Nishikiyama interprets it despite, and stuck within the confines of the stall, he shifts his weight restlessly from one leg to another without skirting the thin space where Mine stands. Lacking too much will to resist, he reaches up to push on Mine's shoulder instead this time. ]
Look at you. See? ...You're totally not.
[ He hardly knows what he's accusing Mine of at all. He feels a chalky aftertaste in his mouth, recalling that he'd just vomited, and then tries to peek around Mine's figure. ]
I need a breath mint. At least give me a breath mint.
[ His voice becomes pitchy with complaint, sort of like a dog whining. ]