[ Naegi feels like a Super High-School Level Ginormous Prick. He shrinks back in the seat like a frightened animal when Mondo laughs, curling his fingers around the edges of his seat, almost as though he's keeping himself from running away by doing so. He half expects Mondo to punch him in the face right there and now, and a part of him feels he actually deserves it for not thinking things all the way through.
He opens his mouth to tell Mondo the truth, but immediately closes it shut when he tells him he doesn't want to know. And really, Naegi doesn't mind; it's considerably easier not having to explain the why and the how. ]
I hope it can... [ His voice is sullen, and he tugs at the collar of his hoodie nervously. He manages to look Ishimaru in the eye, the question lingering in the air for a second before he shakes his head. ]
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He opens his mouth to tell Mondo the truth, but immediately closes it shut when he tells him he doesn't want to know. And really, Naegi doesn't mind; it's considerably easier not having to explain the why and the how. ]
I hope it can... [ His voice is sullen, and he tugs at the collar of his hoodie nervously. He manages to look Ishimaru in the eye, the question lingering in the air for a second before he shakes his head. ]
I'm sorry, Ishimaru-kun.