Souji jumps where he sits, a sudden look of comically childish guilt on his face as he tries to sort of... shuffle the cushion behind him again. Ahem. Nothing to see here. Nothing at all. Nope.
Except Namazuo's question is making him suspect that the jig might be well and truly up, and he rubs the back of his neck, looking just a little bit awkward. Maybe he was acting kind of ridiculous just now?]
Ah... yes, some tea would be nice. [A beat, then:] I'm really feeling a lot better still, you know? It's just that... [He's still sick. That's what it is.]
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Souji jumps where he sits, a sudden look of comically childish guilt on his face as he tries to sort of... shuffle the cushion behind him again. Ahem. Nothing to see here. Nothing at all. Nope.
Except Namazuo's question is making him suspect that the jig might be well and truly up, and he rubs the back of his neck, looking just a little bit awkward. Maybe he was acting kind of ridiculous just now?]
Ah... yes, some tea would be nice. [A beat, then:] I'm really feeling a lot better still, you know? It's just that... [He's still sick. That's what it is.]