[ Uggggghhh. Where is Aiba to give her permission to shoot him—
Mizuki's hand automatically moves up to his, the one that's found its way onto her shoulder. It almost feels like she's going to flick it off in protest, but instead, she just seems to stop there, groaning outwardly. ]
Fine. He adopted me. He's like my old man. Probably older than you guys, to be honest.
[ Mizuki, that's rude (and absolutely not true). ]
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Mizuki's hand automatically moves up to his, the one that's found its way onto her shoulder. It almost feels like she's going to flick it off in protest, but instead, she just seems to stop there, groaning outwardly. ]
Fine. He adopted me. He's like my old man. Probably older than you guys, to be honest.
[ Mizuki, that's rude (and absolutely not true). ]