[. . . a tiny upward tilt of his lips, gaze distant. pensive. a good answer, he thinks. he still has the granola bar wrapper, and he toys with it idly between his fingers, tearing the foil a little near the edges]
It sounds like. . . some kind of story.
[a small tilt of his head]
Tell it to me sometime. I'll give you mine in return.
[. . . provided Kazuya doesn't already know it, of course. but that seems fair, right? quid pro quo]
WE SURE DO, we all need a little silly in our lives rn
[. . . a tiny upward tilt of his lips, gaze distant. pensive. a good answer, he thinks. he still has the granola bar wrapper, and he toys with it idly between his fingers, tearing the foil a little near the edges]
It sounds like. . . some kind of story.
[a small tilt of his head]
Tell it to me sometime. I'll give you mine in return.
[. . . provided Kazuya doesn't already know it, of course. but that seems fair, right? quid pro quo]