[ the amiability feels like a papercut; something similar to the offhanded jabs that Megumi's sensei always passes his way. it's not unpleasant, per se, but he can foresee it rankling.
oh well. he fiddles with the doll, and sticks it into his pocket. ]
Alright. [ truth is that he doesn't foresee him using it anytime soon, but he doesn't want to say so. ] On my end...
...I'll leave my phone on. [ so just. text him, loser. ] My shikigami's also remembered your scent.
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oh well. he fiddles with the doll, and sticks it into his pocket. ]
Alright. [ truth is that he doesn't foresee him using it anytime soon, but he doesn't want to say so. ] On my end...
...I'll leave my phone on. [ so just. text him, loser. ] My shikigami's also remembered your scent.