[He purses his lips at her in response, almost looking like his pouting. The mayo and sauce on his forehead and nose only adds to the almost mournful look on his face.
But the expression doesn't remain on his his face for too long, quickly shifting to a wicked, lopsided grin.]
My turn, yo.
[In that same breath, he flicks the same takoyaki towards Futaba's forehead.]
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But the expression doesn't remain on his his face for too long, quickly shifting to a wicked, lopsided grin.]
My turn, yo.
[In that same breath, he flicks the same takoyaki towards Futaba's forehead.]