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“So you think that’s comparable?” What kind of resort is that?—Kaede barely restrains herself from saying that out loud. Despite Nisemono’s logic being nothing but fluid, she’s still determined, in one way or another, to prove him wrong. Or in the very least she wants to end this “discourse” (if it can even be called that) on a note favourable to her cause. The more she tries to find a decent counter argument, however, the more her brain reveals itself useless. A vocal grunt of annoyance’s emitted as she starts stepping towards the other empty swing, “… I do think they’re—comparable.” she sounds more uncertain than she’d like. She eventually sighs, “If I take my jacket off, can we just, like, leave it be?” her fingers rub her temple, expressing that this is way more than she’d expected when she decided to lament not long ago.
Being neutral while you complain is comparable to merely blinking when you get burned, but Nisemono never lets himself emote his stress.
(Actually, considering how much Nisemono likes to complain, it’s better comparable to frowning while you eat your favorite food.)
“In that case, you’re comparing your jacket to wool in the heat. If ‘old people wearing wool in the heat’ is ridiculous, why isn’t this.” He kicks beige, desaturated rocks as absentmindedly as he complains. This argument has just as much nuance as messing around with random rocks, but he won’t let it go. “You don’t need to take your jacket off. All I said was if you were hot, taking it off cools you down faster than complaining about it. Immediately versus never, if you needed me to tell you the difference.”
