( There's a click of the tongue when he takes his hand back and Tsurumaru sighs loudly (dramatically) as he instead settles to lean with his elbow on the table, the side of his face resting on his palm. His other hand rests on the table, letting his fingers tap once on the surface indignantly.
It isn't fun being in trouble. Waiting to be scolded is uneventfully long and he already doesn't like this. He's like a child beginning to sulk before a lecture and he tries to not look too bothered. )
It's dirty.
( And he hates that. But more than that, he knows he's crossed a line and is going to pay for it. Well, it was fun being spoiled while it lasted, being able to see how far he could push things. )
It doesn't suit you at all.
( It stands out more because it's on him. So yes, it does bother him. )
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It isn't fun being in trouble. Waiting to be scolded is uneventfully long and he already doesn't like this. He's like a child beginning to sulk before a lecture and he tries to not look too bothered. )
It's dirty.
( And he hates that. But more than that, he knows he's crossed a line and is going to pay for it. Well, it was fun being spoiled while it lasted, being able to see how far he could push things. )
It doesn't suit you at all.
( It stands out more because it's on him. So yes, it does bother him. )