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     ❛ hah– ? no– i was bringing it up because i thought it was interesting ! that’s all. why would i be lying ? ❜

❝ ‘interesting’. yeah, fine. it’d take too much effort to figure out what you want. ❞

     ❛ hey, hey, tagami-chan ! did you know today’s international kissing day ? ❜

❝ you’re fucking with me, right...? ❞

      ❛ tagami-chaaaaaan ! ❜ a vague calling of the name was audible from afar before nearing the target of which said words were directed. nearly missing his target completely, the taller male had toppled over beside the feet of the familiar pickaxe-wielder whilst holding a dumb grin upon his face. signalling to him a small wave, he had joyously spoken.  ❛ ne, ne, i’ve been looking for you, y’know ! where’ve you been ?! ❜

❝ avoiding you. ❞ tagami had looked down at hirahara for a brief second before stepping back, though he made sure not to stab him when he braced his pickaxe on the ground. his deadpan expression was in utter contrast to hirahara’s wide grin, and he looked more annoyed than anything as he crouched next to the other escort, putting a hand over his mouth.  ❝ you’re exhausting, hira-chan. i needed to sleep for a while. ❞