[ he is about || this close to striking back at satoru in earnest, and knocking him down into a wrestling match like the ones they used to fall into all the time, his temper flaring in the easy, inconsequential way that it does around satoru.
except he's genuinely mad, eyes painfully expressive without the barrier of his sunglasses, and something stops him cold. an icy, nauseating fear sinking into him.
one last attempt, ] Are you being serious?
[ he looks tidy in his white robe, i guess. but a little skinnier than usual, with dark circles around his eyes. ]
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except he's genuinely mad, eyes painfully expressive without the barrier of his sunglasses, and something stops him cold. an icy, nauseating fear sinking into him.
one last attempt, ] Are you being serious?
[ he looks tidy in his white robe, i guess. but a little skinnier than usual, with dark circles around his eyes. ]