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‘ hm ? ‘ he’s nonchalant in addressing ryoji, but his actions are quick, almost nervous. the book in his hands slams shut and is slipped between the seat cushions. in exchange, he reaches for the nearest object he can find, which happens to be a decorative bowl of fake fruit, sitting on the coffee table before him.
‘ it’s strange… wouldn’t you agree ? how they look so real yet have the smallest signs when you look at them up close to prove they’re fake. i don’t remember where we got these, but they’ve been masterfully crafted. ‘
Curious blues regard the sudden motion, a flinch at the resounding ‘ clap ‘ of something most assuredly not the faux fruit that lay before them. Admittedly they are a well-crafted decoration, given away only by the faint glint of plastic against light fruit might not otherwise have, but it is just that. A decoration. Weird that it ought to maintain Akihiko’s attention thus far.
“I... I suppose I haven’t ever thought about it that much.” Head tilts minutely, gaze now on the bowl of fruit in question. “I once saw a little child trying to eat one of these somewhere before... no patience to look at them closely, I guess.”
