[ For the longest time over that barely mumbled word, Saihara's mind just... blanks out, like the exact same question is looping through on repeat. It takes a while for his face to even start burning, though he's at least aware he really wants to hide that but... the most he can manage is a shaky hand through the fringe of his hair.
He's barely even conscious of the way his own body shifts away by reflex, until the opposite chain from the swing gives a protesting series of jingles when his back hits against it. They weren't even that close, considering they're sitting in different ones, but he still needs more distance from Ouma right now. Or at least... He needs more time to process where that even came from.
What... What kind of question even is that!? At least the trace of indignation helps. ]
Messing with me isn't a reward, Ouma-kun.
[ Which is... a reply. One that sure doesn't answer the question, but a reply. Wow, the tree in the distance is certainly fascinating to stare at. ]
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I... What?
[ For the longest time over that barely mumbled word, Saihara's mind just... blanks out, like the exact same question is looping through on repeat. It takes a while for his face to even start burning, though he's at least aware he really wants to hide that but... the most he can manage is a shaky hand through the fringe of his hair.
He's barely even conscious of the way his own body shifts away by reflex, until the opposite chain from the swing gives a protesting series of jingles when his back hits against it. They weren't even that close, considering they're sitting in different ones, but he still needs more distance from Ouma right now. Or at least... He needs more time to process where that even came from.
What... What kind of question even is that!? At least the trace of indignation helps. ]
Messing with me isn't a reward, Ouma-kun.
[ Which is... a reply. One that sure doesn't answer the question, but a reply. Wow, the tree in the distance is certainly fascinating to stare at. ]