Mikazuki isn't a poor read of character, though the substance he looks for isn't what most people would care to notice.
He's aware his question is probably useless, but Takasugi asks anyway,] Did he seem crazy?
[The note is wrapped in his palm, and he withdraws, casting the sweets a more thorough glance before he returns to his dwindling stack of literature. Another note, hastily scribbled, complains of side-effects.
Takasugi will keep that in mind, and leave the scrap of paper untouched.]
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Mikazuki isn't a poor read of character, though the substance he looks for isn't what most people would care to notice.
He's aware his question is probably useless, but Takasugi asks anyway,] Did he seem crazy?
[The note is wrapped in his palm, and he withdraws, casting the sweets a more thorough glance before he returns to his dwindling stack of literature. Another note, hastily scribbled, complains of side-effects.
Takasugi will keep that in mind, and leave the scrap of paper untouched.]