[ Mine takes in those flakes of information slowly, when tension towards something that hadn't even happened releases him. There's another way it still might've gone; he ignores the prospect for now. When Nishikiyama stirs is when Mine realizes he wants to wake him less than he wants an answer. He puts his feet on the ground, weight on the bed shifting necessarily. No rug, no artwork on the walls; he remembers that the kitchen and living room match. Nishikiyama won't hear the conclusion of his judgment, only that Mine finally gets up, goes around the room to collect his own remnants. Whatever else the other infers from it, Mine's made the decision to leave quickly.
He doesn't feel good (yet) about digging through Nishikiyama's things, but by that way he finds pen and paper in some drawer in another room. Mine leaves his note on the same surface above: Good morning. Thank you for the invitation yesterday. To be found later. ]
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He doesn't feel good
(yet)about digging through Nishikiyama's things, but by that way he finds pen and paper in some drawer in another room. Mine leaves his note on the same surface above: Good morning. Thank you for the invitation yesterday. To be found later. ]