Dunno. [He shrugs a quick but very easy and very cheap joke. Mamoru is able to see the surface of Ren's face, the twitches, and the way the facial muscles contract and stretch. In fact, it's something that kind of makes Mamoru pick on the falsehood of it all - it's too easy to read. Even the most heartfelt emotions had their level of subtlety that Mamoru could only vaguely sense or assume. With Ren it's like a bluff while putting all the cards on the table.
The system picks on a nick on a tree trunk. A claw? No. A beak. But Mamoru arches an eyebrow and glances at the guy from the corner of his eye - just enough to go through the lenses of his shades.] Sounds like you're waiting for shit to fall on your lap.
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The system picks on a nick on a tree trunk. A claw? No. A beak. But Mamoru arches an eyebrow and glances at the guy from the corner of his eye - just enough to go through the lenses of his shades.] Sounds like you're waiting for shit to fall on your lap.