[ natsume's already leaning back, but the motion makes him jerk back a little more, chair screeching softly with the ten centimeters it goes; he stares at subaru, fingers curled against the wood, then leans out of his chair and reaches for his fallen pencil.
just out of reach. a little more—got it.
back to playing with it, then, when he sits back up. why has he found himself with a collection of people who just casually bulldoze their way through his words like this? he doesn't mind it too much when it's sora, and he hates it when tsumugi does it, and when subaru does it, he
he plays with his pencil between his fingers and tries to look convincingly like he's looking at subaru and not just over his shoulder, or something. ]
I wasn't saying anything like THAT. We were talking about you, not me; pay attenTION. [ flawless defense, natsume. ] Honestly, Baru-kun. Do you ever lisTEN?
flattery will get you no where (except deeper into sbnt hell)
just out of reach. a little more—got it.
back to playing with it, then, when he sits back up. why has he found himself with a collection of people who just casually bulldoze their way through his words like this? he doesn't mind it too much when it's sora, and he hates it when tsumugi does it, and when subaru does it, he
he plays with his pencil between his fingers and tries to look convincingly like he's looking at subaru and not just over his shoulder, or something. ]
I wasn't saying anything like THAT. We were talking about you, not me; pay attenTION. [ flawless defense, natsume. ] Honestly, Baru-kun. Do you ever lisTEN?