Utsuho stops walking and turns around to face the stranger. The hell was he talking about? Utsuho takes a long moment to just try and comprehend this sheer stupidity. It was a different brand of stupid then Uzume’s, so it’s almost fascinating.
“No? I’m in a play stupid.”
He brings up a book from his own up to his face, just to look mysterious and charming. “Ooh..? What kind of play might that be?” Mal responds in a playful tone. He really thought the guy looked like he would be from an anime. But being in a play makes more sense in that way, huh...








