Suguru would immediately be met with his fierce interjection. âI never said that. Donât put words in my mouth.â Satoru Gojo? Murder? Why, what kind of ruthless villain did he think he was? He made a face, sticking his tongue out, more disgruntled than guilty.Â
âIâd get in so much trouble. I bet Yaga wouldnât even let me keep your gameboy.âÂ
There was a thoughtful pause- just enough to have a proper sulk, before he was chirping up again with renewed energy.Â
âBesides, I wouldnât kill you with a rock. Thatâs boring. Leave it to you to come up with something stupid like that.â
    âYouâre the one that said it.â No one else had planted the idea of murder by rock except for Satoru, and if there is even an inkling of bad murder happening, through practice and considering it is a crime, Suguru would have something to say about it. Crossing his arms over his chest, he inhales deeply and sends a frown in his friendâs direction. âWhy would you even want that thing? Itâs old, anyway. Haibara dropped it the other day and the backing broke off, so I had to tape it back on for now. Kinda thought about letting him keep it since he plays it more than I do.â Or getting a new one. Whichever happened first, and if his parents were willing to send money for him to buy another one. Usually, he just kept things until they were completely broken and beyond use.Â
    âEh? But...â Arguing with Satoru over how the ârockâ thing had been his idea would only be a waste of his breath, so rather, he nudges him with an elbow and grins. âRight. Fine then. If youâre going to kill me, then you better do it in a cool way. Not a rock though.Â