"Well, it can't be helped. Can't be helped at all!"
The tension in Momo's shoulders snapped like a dry twig before a brushfire. He wasn't brave enough to actually laugh, but Yukimura-san wasn't wrong...
"I shoulda asked if you'd take your wrist weights off for all the good it did!"
The idea of playing up his reaction to discourage Rikkai and throw them off their game occurs to him, but really, this is Inui juice, and not just any Inui juice. This is Inui juice cooked up to show off to Yanagi-san. No acting will be necessary.
He raised the shot to Yukimura in a sly sort of toast, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and tried to pour it down his throat without actually hitting his tongue.
"Inui-senpai, damn you, it burns!" he managed to squawk, before darkness claimed his sight and the ground claimed his head.
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The tension in Momo's shoulders snapped like a dry twig before a brushfire. He wasn't brave enough to actually laugh, but Yukimura-san wasn't wrong...
"I shoulda asked if you'd take your wrist weights off for all the good it did!"
The idea of playing up his reaction to discourage Rikkai and throw them off their game occurs to him, but really, this is Inui juice, and not just any Inui juice. This is Inui juice cooked up to show off to Yanagi-san. No acting will be necessary.
He raised the shot to Yukimura in a sly sort of toast, closed his eyes, opened his mouth, and tried to pour it down his throat without actually hitting his tongue.
"Inui-senpai, damn you, it burns!" he managed to squawk, before darkness claimed his sight and the ground claimed his head.