[ Gregor's feeble protest just earns a roll of the eyes and a quiet huff -- 'no dice.' People who just want to wreck their own health with a bad dependence are one thing, but secondhand smoke makes smoking an entirely different deal. Gregor will get no sympathy from him.

A fact that's immediately made clear via his incredulous echo of: ]

Bugs? [ Fuuta heaves a small sigh. ] You should probably sound at least a little embarrassed saying that at your age, you know. Bugs are just bugs.

[ He says this like he wouldn't recoil with a shriek the moment he ran into a cockroach ... And as he goes for a new card, carefully easing one off the top while trying not to topple the tower, he says as blandly as possible -- ]

older sister.