duoxityā:
āOh, what do they say instead?ā He asks, only half interested in the answer as the second slice of his attention is drawn to the collection of seashells presented before him. An approving nod is given towards Shinsouās elected colour scheme, which aligns nicely with his own preference for muter shades.
āNice job.ā Haru plucks a few of the shells from his palms, careful not to damage any in the process.
āYou can start if you want, Iāll copy you.ā He decides itās only fair to let the other take the reigns for a bit, especially after Shinsou had let him add a dungeon guarded by killer crabs to their creation.
āYeah, I guess copying is what you've been doing these days, huh?āĀ
It was supposed to be an offhand comment but when Hitoshiās realizes that his words stem from a very bitter placeā a place he refuses to dwell on in front of Haru of all peopleā he quickly shakes his head and starts placing his carefully selected seashells onto the sandcastle with practiced ease. He had accepted Haruās invitation to go out today solely to make sense of the appeal the guy apparently has but so far, Hitoshi is still at a loss.
Which isnāt an insult at by all means.
Haru is what most people would describe asĀ āeasy on the eyesā but surely there is something more to that...? Hitoshi isnāt sure. Maybe Haru isnāt letting him see what Monoma is clearly seeing. In a way, he could understand that.
āWhy exactly are we doing this again?āĀ














