Ryusei saw. He paused for a split second, staring at the notebook, before resuming his manhandling. "I'd be in trouble in Kisaragi-kun if he returns to see you so tired," he said with a grin that didn't meet his eyes as he steered Utahoshi to the table.
"W-we get worried. About you." So embarrassing. It wasn't even his place to say; Kisaragi and Yuuki and sometimes the others had that covered. As far as Ryusei knew, Utahoshi wasn't hungry because he'd already eaten. But then, if he had, he would have said so. Everything Utahoshi had said indicated... Ryusei didn't know what it indicated, but what it didn't indicate wasn't that Utahoshi didn't want to eat. "So, I'm sorry," he said with an embarrassed air, letting go. "But... Kisaragi-kun would have wanted me to do it."
Well, he did call it his Kisaragi move.... Convenient an excuse as any, and maybe mentioning Kisaragi would abate Utahoshi's anger. Not that Utahoshi seemed angry.
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"W-we get worried. About you." So embarrassing. It wasn't even his place to say; Kisaragi and Yuuki and sometimes the others had that covered. As far as Ryusei knew, Utahoshi wasn't hungry because he'd already eaten. But then, if he had, he would have said so. Everything Utahoshi had said indicated... Ryusei didn't know what it indicated, but what it didn't indicate wasn't that Utahoshi didn't want to eat. "So, I'm sorry," he said with an embarrassed air, letting go. "But... Kisaragi-kun would have wanted me to do it."
Well, he did call it his Kisaragi move.... Convenient an excuse as any, and maybe mentioning Kisaragi would abate Utahoshi's anger. Not that Utahoshi seemed angry.