[ His mouth slacks slightly into more of an irritated pout, his nose still wrinkled, like he's considering biting back more like a cornered animal. But Dearka's words and expression dampen that sparking, reactive upset.
It still somehow, despite being over the network, feels like an item being shoved sharply into a person's hand when he sends Dearka what he asks for. Yzak does so with a grumbling noise in his throat as he snatches the offered box of pocky. He turns about halfway around as he looks at it - it's not white chocolate, but ... rose still sounds perfectly acceptable. He fishes two sticks out to snap the ends of them off with his teeth. ]
[Dearka frowns and stares into nothing as he takes a moment to read what he's sent; it doesn't exactly take long, as it's not a long conversation to begin with, but he does make the effort to re-read it all a few times over. Carefully. Just to make extra sure he's not missing anything.
And... Yeah, there isn't a single threat in any of these messages? Just Yzak being firm, and Lucy being belligerent. Which frankly leaves him even more confused than he was before.]
...You actually handled yourself pretty damn well, I'd say. Which makes her reaction make even less sense than it already did.
[Dearka raises an eyebrow. Citation fucking needed.
...But also, No Comment. After a beat, he sighs and gestures with one hand, as if Yzak didn't interject just now.]
Anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter if it makes sense or not, since she fucking blocked me on LINE anyway. So it's not like I can ask her about it.
[ HE IS! Which is why he crunches at his pocky a little too hard, finishes off the two joined sticks quickly before pulling one more out. It's also why he sounds maybe a little too dismissive when he replies. ]
Are you done now? Because I think I've had enough humiliation and third degree for one day!
[ He juts the box of pocky back toward him to take. ]
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It still somehow, despite being over the network, feels like an item being shoved sharply into a person's hand when he sends Dearka what he asks for. Yzak does so with a grumbling noise in his throat as he snatches the offered box of pocky. He turns about halfway around as he looks at it - it's not white chocolate, but ... rose still sounds perfectly acceptable. He fishes two sticks out to snap the ends of them off with his teeth. ]
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And... Yeah, there isn't a single threat in any of these messages? Just Yzak being firm, and Lucy being belligerent. Which frankly leaves him even more confused than he was before.]
...You actually handled yourself pretty damn well, I'd say. Which makes her reaction make even less sense than it already did.
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[ Citation needed. ]
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...But also, No Comment. After a beat, he sighs and gestures with one hand, as if Yzak didn't interject just now.]
Anyway, I guess it doesn't really matter if it makes sense or not, since she fucking blocked me on LINE anyway. So it's not like I can ask her about it.
[He's not mad!!! HE'S NOT MAD!!!]
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Are you done now? Because I think I've had enough humiliation and third degree for one day!
[ He juts the box of pocky back toward him to take. ]