“…What?” Haruhara actually seemed to calm down. Shocking, seeing as how he entered… He looked like the kid who just got rejected by his high school sweetheart the night before prom. He actually didn’t plan for this, so he just stood there awkwardly, tail occasionally twitching.

(Dark gives Haruhara a look that’s almost pitying, as the younger being stands there looking flummoxed, the wind clearly shot out of his sails.)

Now, unless you have something of interest to Me, you might as well take your leave.

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