[ It's a fairly innocuous as far as confessions go, and yet -- Fuuta still wrinkles his nose the moment he hears the answer, lips curled in what's unmistakably a show of judgemental contempt. ]

Ugh, you're also a smoker? [ It's followed by a heavy sigh as Fuuta gets to his feet, squinting at the house of cards even as he continues muttering, ] Don't get what all you smokers get from that shit. You know it's just slowly killing you, right? And it smells gross. Even if you only smoke in smoking areas, that shit sticks to you -- it's nasty. It's a stupid, selfish habit.

[ He'd been assessing the cards during that little tirade, and Fuuta finally pauses his rambling to extract one of the uppermost cards, then flips it over to read out loud: ]

'Are you close with your family?' [ That promptly earns a grimace, and Fuuta doesn't hesitate a second before deadpanning: ] No. I get along okay with my old man and my sister, but we're not close. Your turn.