[Aak takes a stumbling step back, then a few more in case Fuuta felt like taking a swing or two in his direction. Things have been lively enough that he doesn't immediately recognize why Fuuta's mad at him, except that he does probably deserve it so he shouldn't look apologetic or anything.]
[his lips quirk up, then up further when Fuuta slips, then a barely contained laugh as he gets pushed again, already almost hitting the wall of the tiny room.]
Oh! Oh, so it's that! [from the time lapse of all the drama he had with his, the time delay of finding out it went away, then waiting for Fuuta's symptoms to kick in... well, it was like ordering yourself a present and being delighted and surprised when it showed up weeks later.]
Are you sore? Didja ruin your shirt? Hehehe- [Of course, now that he's high and dry he has no problem being an absolute unempathetic brat about it.]
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[his lips quirk up, then up further when Fuuta slips, then a barely contained laugh as he gets pushed again, already almost hitting the wall of the tiny room.]
Oh! Oh, so it's that! [from the time lapse of all the drama he had with his, the time delay of finding out it went away, then waiting for Fuuta's symptoms to kick in... well, it was like ordering yourself a present and being delighted and surprised when it showed up weeks later.]
Are you sore? Didja ruin your shirt? Hehehe- [Of course, now that he's high and dry he has no problem being an absolute unempathetic brat about it.]