[Logically, Yamanbagiri can see that Tsuzuki is being helpful. He just forgot to ask first. That did little to calm himself down, especially in this heat. He clench his hands into fists, scowling right back at Tsuzuki.]
So what! It's mine and I can wear it as much as I like, dirty or not!
[A dirty cloak. That feels important to him, which is probably why he feel so... riled up? And now it's wet, probably soapy and still in Tsuzuki's hands.]
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So what! It's mine and I can wear it as much as I like, dirty or not!
[A dirty cloak. That feels important to him, which is probably why he feel so... riled up? And now it's wet, probably soapy and still in Tsuzuki's hands.]