[ ✂ ] Make it worse?
Now this was getting into crazy talk. A shifty glance from the blade wielder, practically doubting the girls’ spontaneous intentions as he sat himself back in his seat— taking a small sip of the hot chocolate with a pleased hum.
”Gotta admit, never tried the dark chocolate stuff… but I don’t think I’ll be goin’ back to regular chocolate after this, either,” he smirked, obviously enjoying the richer of the two greed before another eyebrow raised toward the sniper.
”…Alright, spill it. You got somethin’ goin’ on in that head of yers’ … You stay up all night listenin’ to one of those boy bands? Or get an embarrassing letter from ya girlie back in Tokyo?”
Okay, so perhaps he was just as curious as much as he was a teasing jerk.
But still, the small whimpers and redden face was something more often than not, was usual of the sniper. It was more so to what degree that had him worried— and rather or not it was something he said.
"N-No, n-n-n-nothing at all! I-I, don’t even listen…to boybands…n-not really…" Well, there was that one time she bought Yuya Matsushita’s latest album, but he was a solo singer—that didn’t count, right?
And Asao-san… “Ah, A-Asao-san isn’t my…girlfriend or whatever it is you and Gandhi-san are always…ah…joking about! We’re just friends! Good friends!” That’s right, the first friend she ever had—
totally did not have a crush on her at all—