"Ah, well, that's good!" Ishigaki answers, an awkward chuckle following after.
Ishigaki's gaze eventually meets Midousuji's, and the other's rigid posture and far away stare is prominent. Much like their last night out, it's another new expression to see: uncomfortable and dissimilar to his usual spirit. If he didn't know any better, he looks almost shy, but Ishigaki feels that it's from not watching himself earlier. He knows Midousuji doesn't like to be touched.
Well, you shouldn't have scared me like that, doofus. Ishigaki thinks.
Still, his eyebrows pinch together dejectedly with a smile. There's an incessant throb in his heart, telling him he should apologize for being so callous, but to be that direct would be to put Midousuji on the spotlight. They both know they wouldn't want that.
"Are you okay?" Ishigaki eventually speaks up. "You look... sorta spaced out."
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Ishigaki's gaze eventually meets Midousuji's, and the other's rigid posture and far away stare is prominent. Much like their last night out, it's another new expression to see: uncomfortable and dissimilar to his usual spirit. If he didn't know any better, he looks almost shy, but Ishigaki feels that it's from not watching himself earlier. He knows Midousuji doesn't like to be touched.
Well, you shouldn't have scared me like that, doofus. Ishigaki thinks.
Still, his eyebrows pinch together dejectedly with a smile. There's an incessant throb in his heart, telling him he should apologize for being so callous, but to be that direct would be to put Midousuji on the spotlight. They both know they wouldn't want that.
"Are you okay?" Ishigaki eventually speaks up. "You look... sorta spaced out."