Midousuji's eyes widen, and he tilts his head, fingertip perched against his chin. He then squints suspiciously.
"Spaced out?"
What does that even look like, for him? He feels like he spaces out all the time.
"I feel fine," he answers in a slow, considerate drawl, like he's thinking about it as he says it. His eyes roll up, and his posture straightens a bit, deciding that's more or less true. He feels less flustered after that initial (literal) impact. Recovered. Resilient! "Maybe you're still just kind of rusty on what it's like to be around my face," Midousuji suggests, putting a deep emphasis on his last words, eyes widening as he playfully (which probably looks scarier to passerbys) sticks his tongue out at Ishigaki.
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Midousuji's eyes widen, and he tilts his head, fingertip perched against his chin. He then squints suspiciously.
"Spaced out?"
What does that even look like, for him? He feels like he spaces out all the time.
"I feel fine," he answers in a slow, considerate drawl, like he's thinking about it as he says it. His eyes roll up, and his posture straightens a bit, deciding that's more or less true. He feels less flustered after that initial (literal) impact. Recovered. Resilient! "Maybe you're still just kind of rusty on what it's like to be around my face," Midousuji suggests, putting a deep emphasis on his last words, eyes widening as he playfully (which probably looks scarier to passerbys) sticks his tongue out at Ishigaki.