[ Akechi may have started it, but Adachi's keeping it going. And now? With a damp, tea-soaked sweatshirt plopped right on him like it's where the thing is meant to be? ]
You're in a bad mood.
[ It's gonna keep going.
The sweatshirt's ripped off and discarded wherever the winds will it as Adachi moves before he considers it all the way through, having to untangle his legs from the cozy warmth of the kotatsu blanket to up and lunge across the table, all pretenses of stretches and spasms dropped entirely. ]
Kid, I haven't even started showing you how bad a tantrum I can throw--!
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You're in a bad mood.
[ It's gonna keep going.
The sweatshirt's ripped off and discarded wherever the winds will it as Adachi moves before he considers it all the way through, having to untangle his legs from the cozy warmth of the kotatsu blanket to up and lunge across the table, all pretenses of stretches and spasms dropped entirely. ]
Kid, I haven't even started showing you how bad a tantrum I can throw--!