[Yeah, it didn't take a genius like Noiz to figure out that the others' laugh was a bit too high, and that his words were just a little bit too shaky. There's something uncomfortable in how the other speaks and holds himself. Even if this is some sort of fucked up VR that Toue had cooked up, it was... far too real. Even if Noiz still couldn't feel anything, he still had too-real senses.
Like the scent of Aoba's hair as his head touches his shoulder. That old, familiar, uncomfortable pressure of someone putting their weight on him. He's not an idiot, he doesn't forget their night together, but all the same...
He decides against shoving the other off, for now.]
I don't know anything. [About this place, about the possible virtual reality game they're in... anything. He narrows his eyes at the other, moving to look down at him now.]
Toue has to be at fault.
[because that doesn't warrant warning bells or anything.]
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Like the scent of Aoba's hair as his head touches his shoulder. That old, familiar, uncomfortable pressure of someone putting their weight on him. He's not an idiot, he doesn't forget their night together, but all the same...
He decides against shoving the other off, for now.]
I don't know anything. [About this place, about the possible virtual reality game they're in... anything. He narrows his eyes at the other, moving to look down at him now.]
Toue has to be at fault.
[because that doesn't warrant warning bells or anything.]