As long as Utahoshi felt that way, it was fine. Probably. Nothing more Ryusei could do, in any case.
He finished the onigiri, then another. He should draw out this break as long as possible, he knew, to keep Utahoshi from feeling competitive. But the Meteor conversation had made him nervous. It was starting to show; the tension was starting to build in his body from having to keep still. His heel was starting to tap on the ground, a jittery staccato rhythm.
He needed to either get out of here, or distract Utahoshi—prevent him from wondering why Ryusei was acting like this. Ideally, he should do both at once. What would occupy Utahoshi's attention? Work. Ugh. Well, what else? He didn't know. He still didn't know that much about Utahoshi. Was now really the time to fix that?
Frowning, Ryusei fiddled a moment with the plastic on the table. This would be easier if Kisaragi were here. "What's Kisaragi-kun and the others doing?" he asked after another moment. "Are they coming in today?"
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He finished the onigiri, then another. He should draw out this break as long as possible, he knew, to keep Utahoshi from feeling competitive. But the Meteor conversation had made him nervous. It was starting to show; the tension was starting to build in his body from having to keep still. His heel was starting to tap on the ground, a jittery staccato rhythm.
He needed to either get out of here, or distract Utahoshi—prevent him from wondering why Ryusei was acting like this. Ideally, he should do both at once. What would occupy Utahoshi's attention? Work. Ugh. Well, what else? He didn't know. He still didn't know that much about Utahoshi. Was now really the time to fix that?
Frowning, Ryusei fiddled a moment with the plastic on the table. This would be easier if Kisaragi were here. "What's Kisaragi-kun and the others doing?" he asked after another moment. "Are they coming in today?"