[ For some reason, that tentative smile makes his chest tighten and hesitate a little long to speak. He felt primed for some response when he antagonized him deliberately, but this is so... harmless.
Or maybe the proximity to a heavy drinker first thing in the morning is making him nauseous. He takes a deliberate breath and stands, fussing with the comforter to put it away. That seems like a perfectly good final nail in the coffin for Tsuzuki's chance to sleep in. ]
Yeah. [ He wrinkles his nose in distaste, aggravated with himself for his sudden loss for words. ]
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Or maybe the proximity to a heavy drinker first thing in the morning is making him nauseous. He takes a deliberate breath and stands, fussing with the comforter to put it away. That seems like a perfectly good final nail in the coffin for Tsuzuki's chance to sleep in. ]
Yeah. [ He wrinkles his nose in distaste, aggravated with himself for his sudden loss for words. ]