mineo.

[enfangs]

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[enfangs]

It isn't wasting if you were obviously gonna eat it.

[sengokus]

You didn't even throw it at me for a game.

[enfangs]

Don't nitpick the details.

[sengokus]

[he just makes a little bit of a face at that but will continue to eat regardless then

he's just moody]

[enfangs]

[munches]

... You gonna talk to Misa?

[sengokus]

.... I don't think I'd have anything to say to her.

[they're not close, and he's pretty mad about grace]

Are you?

[enfangs]

I don't do great with people who... cry and stuff.

[sengokus]

If it makes you feel better, she might be acting and the tears could be fake.

[enfangs]

Maybe. Dealing with that stuff ain't my forte either.

[sengokus]

[ . . . he shrugs.]

It's up to you.

.... I think I'm just gonna wait on whatever Gu-san says - and take it with a grain of salt in case she's lying to him. I don't know. Interrogating, extracting confessions.... that's not what I'm good at either.

[enfangs]

... That kind of stuff seems more up Gu Yun's alley, yeah.

[munches on another chip]

[sengokus]

... his. Harrow-san's. Takeru's. Hell, Vira-san might have the best chance of all of us to figure out what happened here.

[enfangs]

Well, I'll leave it to them 'cause I got shit.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he's just going to sigh at that even as he shoves another chip in his mouth]

Dammit.... Maybe.

[enfangs]

... Hey, at least the pod trap somehow worked again.

[sengokus]

... I wonder how long we can keep it going. Someone's just gonna use gloves eventually.

[enfangs]

I mean, I'm pretty surprised it even worked twice.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . ]

I won't look a gift horse in the mouth.

I just don't want to get reliant on it.

[enfangs]

... Yeah, we didn't really do a lot of mystery-solving, huh?

[sengokus]

[ . . . . ]

.... it's cramped, to try to do any of that in nine hours.

[but there's still something unsatisfied in his tone anyway]

[enfangs]

... Well, considering how much people were trying to distract us or whatever, we did what we could.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . his frowns deepens at that again, shoving another chip in his mouth]

.... yeah.

[enfangs]

[...]

Okay, what self-loathing thing are you thinking right now.

[sengokus]

[ . . . . he just falters at that, bristling a bit at the phrasing.]

.... it's nothing.

[enfangs]

[he sighs.]

... Come on, Mineo. I'm not gonna judge.