[No offense Mahiro, some things Ayumu just does not want to get acquainted with, and your junk is one of them.
There's the tiniest, tiniest tell-- one that might not have been there if he wasn't still grappling with the changes himself. As it stands, Ayumu pauses in wiping down his face for a split second before he continues, resisting the urge to shake his head-- he was feeling like that would be a painful idea right now.]
Heatstroke? I've never been much for the heat, I suppose.
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There's the tiniest, tiniest tell-- one that might not have been there if he wasn't still grappling with the changes himself. As it stands, Ayumu pauses in wiping down his face for a split second before he continues, resisting the urge to shake his head-- he was feeling like that would be a painful idea right now.]
Heatstroke? I've never been much for the heat, I suppose.
[Smart as he is, Mahiro might smell bullshit.]
Cold suits me more.