[A harsh flinch follows, and Masaomi quickly lets go of Mikado's hand.
This is Mikado he's talking to. Fucking Mikado. And he's-
Deep breaths.
Masaomi's gaze drops to the sidewalk, arms hanging unnaturally at his sides, as if looking for somewhere, anywhere, they can move and finding no purchase. Nothing he's said so far has helped much. It's about damn time he shuts his trap.
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This is Mikado he's talking to. Fucking Mikado. And he's-
Deep breaths.
Masaomi's gaze drops to the sidewalk, arms hanging unnaturally at his sides, as if looking for somewhere, anywhere, they can move and finding no purchase. Nothing he's said so far has helped much. It's about damn time he shuts his trap.
The silence is no less uncomfortable.]