[ He would critique how messy he's been about his browsing, but there's something cathartic in watching the other boy's destruction of a part of this place. Miyuki merely watches, idly picks up the edge of a sock between two fingers and lifts it to reveal a translucent thing with a lined pattern he promptly drops. When Alois looks over he meets him, though. ]
Uh. [ Wait — weakly pointing to himself, a bit incredulous, ] Me?
[ If he wants it patterned? How high he wants them to go... ? ]
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Uh. [ Wait — weakly pointing to himself, a bit incredulous, ] Me?
[ If he wants it patterned? How high he wants them to go... ? ]
You don't have your eye on anything?