[ His irritation fades to something more complicated. It'd be a total dick move to leave now and leave Ryouma with whatever he's feeling -- not beyond what Izō is capable of, naturally. He doesn't leave, though. He stays, but keeps his gaze averted. ]
Go on, then. Th' fuck's on yer mind?
[ Like he doesn't have an idea. Discomfort wells in his stomach. ]
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Go on, then. Th' fuck's on yer mind?
[ Like he doesn't have an idea. Discomfort wells in his stomach. ]