[ From the time Kururu had fainted to now, where Izumo was pretending to be more manly than he actually was, Mikoto had done exactly three things: sigh, take out a cigarette, light said cigarette.
Hunger is still hovering as his first priority in the forefront of his mind, but, well. He should take notice of the girl, shouldn't he? Or at least try to? After all, she was on his couch. He waits for her chest to rise once, twice-- ]
... She's fine. [ 'Cause she's not dead or bleeding. So don't panic, it's annoying. ]
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Hunger is still hovering as his first priority in the forefront of his mind, but, well. He should take notice of the girl, shouldn't he? Or at least try to? After all, she was on his couch. He waits for her chest to rise once, twice-- ]
... She's fine. [ 'Cause she's not dead or bleeding. So don't panic, it's annoying. ]