Yata had been coming back from a late night at HOMRA. It’s true that he didn’t need to stay out this late just to hang out with everyone at the bar, but it wasn’t as if he could make it home easily, even if it was dark out. But when he had seen Fushimi, he felt this unsettling feeling. It was almost as if the other was acting completely normal, not the usual frustration and tension that could be felt between him and the raven male usually. So this was definitely confusing. "Hah? When the fuck did you tell me that?" This made Yata even more confused. It was a peculiar situation. Not that he wasn’t thankful for no argument or even a fight to be starting, he’d rather not get into anything with anyone. He was rather tired, maybe his eyes and ears were playing tricks on him right now. Yeah, that had to be it.
Wait. Hold on....
Now Fushimi understood the uneasiness inside: Misaki spoke.
Although it's been a few years since the redhead last spoke and Fushimi should know that, his brain didn't register right away. He was probably too tired to notice small things, but to him, Misaki speaking wasn't a 'small thing'. Not at all. If this was some kind of trick a Strain was playing, it wasn't funny at all. He wasn't sure how the Strain was doing it, but it must have the ability to read into a target's memory. Or at least related to the memory.
"Oi. If this is a trick you're trying to lay, it's not funny," he spoke, tone sharp. He scanned the area to see if he could pick up anything, but seeing that there were none, his eyes returned back to the red-headed male.Â
