[ He goes dead silent, tensing up, not even reacting when Wagahai squirms out of his arms and scampers off into the common area. His eyes shift between the papers and Naruhodou briefly, jaw set. There was no other explanation for those notes, nothing he could use as a smokescreen. This was what he'd wanted, wasn't it? If only those half written letters hadn't been brought into all of this. ]
. . .
[ Asougi crosses his arms, voice steady when he speaks. ]
no subject
. . .
[ Asougi crosses his arms, voice steady when he speaks. ]
No. I can't refute you.