(It's the answer he expects and not the one he likes. Ryouma keeps that same look on his face and Hizen can't look at it anymore. It's annoying. He hates it. Really, it just makes him want to knock it off his face and yell some.
Instead, he eats his last pieces of gyoza and picks at some of the pieces that had broken off from the fried lace. He's going to clean his plate. And really, picking at a few shards of oil and starch with a pair of wooden chopsticks is more than an acceptable distraction from Ryouma.)
... Can't stand you.
(He really can't. With nothing else to eat, he can only drink. Nothing tastes as good as it did when it first came out, though.)
Go do something stupid then. Not like I can stop you.
(Or anyone. No one ever listens to him. He's annoyed. He's disappointed. He's tired.)
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(It's the answer he expects and not the one he likes. Ryouma keeps that same look on his face and Hizen can't look at it anymore. It's annoying. He hates it. Really, it just makes him want to knock it off his face and yell some.
Instead, he eats his last pieces of gyoza and picks at some of the pieces that had broken off from the fried lace. He's going to clean his plate. And really, picking at a few shards of oil and starch with a pair of wooden chopsticks is more than an acceptable distraction from Ryouma.)
... Can't stand you.
(He really can't. With nothing else to eat, he can only drink. Nothing tastes as good as it did when it first came out, though.)
Go do something stupid then. Not like I can stop you.
(Or anyone. No one ever listens to him. He's annoyed. He's disappointed. He's tired.)