[ The fussing with the sponge forces Fuuta to sit still for a hot second, wherein he is forced to just stare at Haru's reflection in the mirror, eye narrowed in clear suspicion. ... is this guy fucking with him. This guy's got to just be fucking with him. People only ever call him 'cute' to fuck with him. ... mostly. Right? And besides the guy looks like that. It's gotta be a sarcastic thing if he's calling anyone cute. Like hell he's gonna fall for it.
Fuuta's hardly subtle, and that little train of thought telegraphs pretty clear in the suspicions purse of his lips and the clench of his jaws before he snips, ]
No you fucking don't.
[ Yes, he is just going to refuse to address the 'cute' thing. Hmph! Take that! ]
Look, you're supposed to start with found -- no, primer? You're supposed to start with primer. Gimme that. [ He uses a moment where the sponge isn't near his face to grab at the tube and squint at the label. Is it primer? The name's so long. ] ... is this primer?
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Fuuta's hardly subtle, and that little train of thought telegraphs pretty clear in the suspicions purse of his lips and the clench of his jaws before he snips, ]
No you fucking don't.
[ Yes, he is just going to refuse to address the 'cute' thing. Hmph! Take that! ]
Look, you're supposed to start with found -- no, primer? You're supposed to start with primer. Gimme that. [ He uses a moment where the sponge isn't near his face to grab at the tube and squint at the label. Is it primer? The name's so long. ] ... is this primer?