[Micchy kept a careful eye on what Ryouma was doing. Whatever he had said to Takatora was clearly something meant to upset one or both of them. He clenched his hands into fists, but didn't say anything. The gasp, however, nearly made him leap up from his seat. He kept himself still, waiting for Ryouma to leave, before he sat up straight and addressed his brother. Thankfully the door had been closed.]
... Nii-san, what happened to your shoulder? That's not the sort of noise you'd make just from someone's nails.
[His voice was calm again, though a bit tired. He could relax a hair, but not too much. Who knew who was still listening?]
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... Nii-san, what happened to your shoulder? That's not the sort of noise you'd make just from someone's nails.
[His voice was calm again, though a bit tired. He could relax a hair, but not too much. Who knew who was still listening?]