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[dnangelic]

ah --- oops .

dissatisfaction fast makes way for discomfort . at first , he's wholly silent , tense as a child being scolded , his eyes slipping away to stare hard in any direction but sakura's . cheeks flare , and the pressure starts to mount on his shoulders ---

( even if he wanted to tell her so they could finally just be free of this , he couldn't betray his other self's terrified wishes . )

so his sulk twists . ( i can't get caught ... ! )

' i --- 'm sorry ... ' the apology comes out as reluctant as a retch . still his tone gradually eases into something more familiar . ' i was just ... acting . you know , like --- live , method acting ? ' flimsy as the excuse might seem at first , he tries to support it with a sweet laugh and an empty ( all too serene ) smile .

' i guess i got a little too into it . azumano always has all sorts of plays going on , so i thought i'd audition for a part or two soon , but i wasn't sure if i could pull anything off without practicing a little ... ' he raises his shoulders in a sheepish hike , one of his hands rubbing the nape of his neck while his cheeks feign a summer flush .

' so ... how was it ? um , convincing ... enough --- ? '

Whapwhapwhap!

“It literally fuckin’ isn’t!” Again, blood, sweat, tears, dirt—all far worse than just a little round red veggie or two.

Whapwha—

Wait, Dai stops and stares for a second, so Haruka stops too; looks at him in mounting confusion, with a steadily rising eyebrow, as they just...watch each other for a minute.

And then he drops the tomatoes.

And then he huffs. And leans back and crosses his arms over his chest and, honest to fuckin’ gods, basically starts pouting.

(Seriously, WHAT the hell is wrong with Dai today?? Does he have a secret, bastard-ass twin or something...?)

“I don’t exist just to bring ya entertainment.” She quips, leaning back into her own seat, now that their little fight is over. “But sooorry for not bein’ interestin’ enough.”

She can huff and puff too, dammit! But, ugh, none of this is the point...

“What’s with this shit mood’a yours, though?” She won’t ever pull her punches for nothin’. “You wake up on the wrong side of your bed or somethin’?”