mineo.

[enfangs]

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[enfangs]

Shut up.

[he's going to start trying to pull out more needles, surprisingly careful.]

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he just huffs quietly. and after a moment, softly]

Thanks.

Sorry for the trouble.

[enfangs]

[he lets out a scoff, somewhere between exasperated and maybe just a bit fond.]

Yeah, you're seriously high-maintenance. Luckily for you, I'm both generous and used to it.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . there's just a bit of a laugh at that - the noise is almost surprised out of mineo, but it's got a genuine note of happiness to it. like he'd glad just to be looked after]

... mm! I'm real lucky.

[enfangs]

[... well. he promptly turns red and has to pause in pulling out needles, too flustered to focus for a moment.]

Y-Yeah! Don't forget that.

[sengokus]

[NERD

mineo just grins]

Huh? Did I get you to blush, White-kun? Ohoo, maybe you were flirting with me.

[enfangs]

[EXCUSE HIM SIR YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE HETSTUCK

he's still red though]

... I will take these needles and stab you with them.

[sengokus]

[he's just laughing a bit, apparently enjoying himself]

Come on, I didn't start taking them out just to suffer from the same ones again.

[enfangs]

[it takes a while for his blush to fade, though he at least manages to focus on the needles again before then.]

Geez, what was that shoe, a fuckin' porcupine?

[sengokus]

[nerd! nerd!!!!! white is cute....]

.... well, we still have stuff left to solve. These are kinda the last bits of evidence we got, right?

[enfangs]

[no!!]

Well, let me know if staring at the cactus needles gives you any answers.

[it's deadpan, but after a few moments, his expression shifts into something guiltier.]

... Sorry. I... think I was the first person who took some scalpels, but I didn't keep track of how many we started with.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . oh.]

.... you still have yours?

[enfangs]

Yup. All three.

[good thing molly and grace didn't ransack his room too much, or else they would've found them.]

[sengokus]

Then that's all I care about.

[that he doesn't have to doubt white]

... why do you have three?

[enfangs]

Well, I usually carry a bunch of knives on me for throwing purposes, and they work better for that than kitchen knives.

[sengokus]

[he looks thoughtful about it before sighing]

... okay. Fine. Keep your scalpels, I won't tell anyone.

[enfangs]

Thanks, Mom.

[sengokus]

Shut up.

I'm just saying I won't rat you out.

[enfangs]

You're free to. I'll just make sure to hide 'em better if you do.

[sengokus]

[ . . . he just sighs and repeats again, more firmly]

.... I won't.

[enfangs]

[...]

All right, all right. I got it.

[sengokus]

[nods]

So long as you understand.

[ . . . ]

I think we got closer this time, at least. Not close enough but.... closer.

[enfangs]

[as he starts pushing the picked out needles into a pile—]

Some progress is better than none, I guess.

[sengokus]

[he nods slowly]

... yeah. I think people really gave their best effort and everything.

[enfangs]

We'll see how much that's worth in the end.