[If there was one expression of Ryouma's that had become common knowledge to Mitsuzane, it was the small, smug smirks that always seemed to tug at his lips when he was playing with someone. Even though Mitsuzane couldn't feel what he was doing, Ryouma slowly dragged his fingers along the back of the chair, looking far too proud of himself for not having accomplished much. Or, at least it seemed that way. All he had wanted to do was to get a reaction.]
Who says I'm interested in the book, Mitsuzane-kun?
[Ryouma knew the reaction that would get. He could have timed Takatora's reaction, when the man behind the desk very loudly dropped a stack of papers into place. There was no particular expression on Takatora's face other than simply looking at Ryouma, but the professor had known him long enough to know what that meant. Ryouma rolled his eyes and sat back up straight, removing his hand from Mitsuzane's seat, giving a cool look back to Takatora.]
Is that better, Takatora?
[Despite obeying, Ryouma drawled out Takatora's name as he spoke, the smirk tugging at his lips again.]
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Who says I'm interested in the book, Mitsuzane-kun?
[Ryouma knew the reaction that would get. He could have timed Takatora's reaction, when the man behind the desk very loudly dropped a stack of papers into place. There was no particular expression on Takatora's face other than simply looking at Ryouma, but the professor had known him long enough to know what that meant. Ryouma rolled his eyes and sat back up straight, removing his hand from Mitsuzane's seat, giving a cool look back to Takatora.]
Is that better, Takatora?
[Despite obeying, Ryouma drawled out Takatora's name as he spoke, the smirk tugging at his lips again.]