[That's...not that reassuring, but if he really felt that strongly about it, he wouldn't have shared the address in the first place. Not that he doesn't think Reisi wouldn't have discovered it eventually, from what Fubuki's seen. And, of course, asking Reisi how he knew to do that is off-limits...]
[...Maybe he was a policeman? He'd hope a policeman would have more compunctions about doing that kind of thing, though...]
[But for now, he answers the question.] Not a bit. [...Not that that was a thing he tried, but looking at the stuff doesn't cause any of the usual I-know-how-to-do-this feelings to bubble up. He picks up one of the needles to make sure, in case holding it in his hands triggers something... But nope.]
Even if we noticed something about her sewing, we'd still have to get the message to her. [He puts the needle back down.] ...And I don't think she'd be happy if we messed with her work.
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[...Maybe he was a policeman? He'd hope a policeman would have more compunctions about doing that kind of thing, though...]
[But for now, he answers the question.] Not a bit. [...Not that that was a thing he tried, but looking at the stuff doesn't cause any of the usual I-know-how-to-do-this feelings to bubble up. He picks up one of the needles to make sure, in case holding it in his hands triggers something... But nope.]
Even if we noticed something about her sewing, we'd still have to get the message to her. [He puts the needle back down.] ...And I don't think she'd be happy if we messed with her work.