[Hakkai snorts, sputtering briefly as a little of his water winds up in his nose, and glances up from the bottle at the blur that is Gojyo, shadows and a brush of hair that flashes arterial red in the uneven light.]
But if I rely on Chikusa, he'll never let me forget about it.
[This isn't true, and he does rely on Chikusa.
But Hakkai can feel spikes of annoyance and discontent in his usual deadened affect; they're probably going to have to talk, later.]
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But if I rely on Chikusa, he'll never let me forget about it.
[This isn't true, and he does rely on Chikusa.
But Hakkai can feel spikes of annoyance and discontent in his usual deadened affect; they're probably going to have to talk, later.]