[ That jars him out of his quiet, focused state more than anything else. Asougi looks over at him, frowning. He knows that look, he knows that tone — that's when Naruhodou digs in his heels and refuses to take no for an answer, not even from his best friend. But more than anything else, there's concern written all over Asougi's face. ]
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. . . You hate that sort of thing.