Midousuji’s eyes pause over Ishigaki, then he looks away. “Liar,” Midousuji says casually.
His inner clock is accurate enough to dismantle that claim. Midousuji is surprised he’s tired this early, is all—he was curious.
But he doesn’t grill Ishigaki, either. He honestly doesn’t care, but he is curious why Ishigaki would lie about such a thing. Midousuji squints suspiciously, finding that mystery is bothering him more than the dishonesty does. His back bows as his shoulders slope forward, resting his head against the surface of the kotatsu.
“A weird thing to lie about, though… How’s that even benefit you?”
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His inner clock is accurate enough to dismantle that claim. Midousuji is surprised he’s tired this early, is all—he was curious.
But he doesn’t grill Ishigaki, either. He honestly doesn’t care, but he is curious why Ishigaki would lie about such a thing. Midousuji squints suspiciously, finding that mystery is bothering him more than the dishonesty does. His back bows as his shoulders slope forward, resting his head against the surface of the kotatsu.
“A weird thing to lie about, though… How’s that even benefit you?”
Maybe Ishigaki read the time wrong…
“Suspishiigaki.”