[God Tadokoro shut up. Can they please go back to talking about Manami's nightmare of a possible love life??]
I didn't invite you here to talk about that--! [Makishima hisses lowly, but he's not remotely threatening with the flush of color spreading over his face. He turns his head away, fingers tangling into his hair almost like he's trying to use it to shield himself. This is so goddamn embarrassing, and the fact that he can't mention any of his favorite gravure idols makes things even worse. Obviously there's been a handful he's been attracted to, had some hopeless crushes on one or two of his favorites, but actual people? Makishima's terrible with real people.
He hunches over, curling over the table as he mumbles quietly.]
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I didn't invite you here to talk about that--! [Makishima hisses lowly, but he's not remotely threatening with the flush of color spreading over his face. He turns his head away, fingers tangling into his hair almost like he's trying to use it to shield himself. This is so goddamn embarrassing, and the fact that he can't mention any of his favorite gravure idols makes things even worse. Obviously there's been a handful he's been attracted to, had some hopeless crushes on one or two of his favorites, but actual people? Makishima's terrible with real people.
He hunches over, curling over the table as he mumbles quietly.]
--ki-san....