[Brick. Wall. Everything about him is so carefully neutral it's almost polished, except a flicker of frustration as his fingers tighten involuntarily when she tries to jerk away. He doesn't let her go (can't, actually, and if that isn't a little alarming).]
What was - [Takeshi asking, but now isn't the time - there's no huff and hardly a pause between the topic switch, and the only tell that he even noticed that barbed something of hers is that his eyes go to the floor, hidden away from hers.] Where are you going, then.
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What was - [Takeshi asking, but now isn't the time - there's no huff and hardly a pause between the topic switch, and the only tell that he even noticed that barbed something of hers is that his eyes go to the floor, hidden away from hers.] Where are you going, then.