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[usarinpa]

...I'm not.

[ The smirk is nothing new. With the Evolver pointed toward her, however playfully, she remains defensive, and he will see her gaze flit about, as if trying to spot what's changed about him as she draws closer. ]

And I don't think I'm looking at one.

[ Mizuki still doesn't feel much like sitting yet. ]

[parasaito]

[Of course, she wouldn't appreciate the joke... Though Saito might as well be the one looking at a ghost, with how blurred and shaky her form still looks to him.

He shifts to a more comfortable position, letting his body sink further into the bench. But Mizuki might notice something about his body language still seems... off, almost like it lacks his usual poise. He's slightly tilted to the side; leaning on his left palm, which is planted on the seat with splayed out fingers, for support.

Even the casual suit he's wearing this time around won't fix the "I'm not okay" vibes he's (unknowingly) oozing. Not that he was ever "okay" to begin with. But that's another story.]

Then why are you staring so hard at me like you're not believing what you're seeing?

[usarinpa]

[ Of course he couldn't fathom her disbelief. She really has to explain why she is so unsettled by the sight of him after everything. She can read the "not okay" vibes quite well, though perhaps it takes an extra moment to realize how far out of the ordinary it is, even for him.

Mizuki crosses her arms, though with her demeanor, it is less demanding and more like she just felt the temperature drop ten degrees. She frowns. ]

I'm just trying to understand. I mean, you're not a zombie, either. [ Or is he? ]