[ The agile shake of his companion’s head is all the validation he needs to quell some of the guilt that had inescapably built up within him. Expression slightly more relaxed, he eases his posture slightly; there’s a faint sense of gratitude in this minute shift of movements as he nearly forgets their indefensible situation. Only Miyaji’s words successfully break his train of thought – the gravity of the situation fully bestowed on him once more. ] To warm weather. We’ve had quite a lot of it this year. So it’s good to have a change of pace with the seasons.

[ Regardless, of Miyaji’s rather candid and penetratingly curt reply in terms of the purchasing of sweets, Suzuya can… certainly see past it. He supposes it came with experience and the constant expansion of his Tsundere knowledge. Factoring in all of these diminutive details, he could distinguish that Miyaji’s was likely to be jumpin’ jumpin’ jumpin’ now. I should apologize for this, but I think we’re too far gone…. Weeps bitter tears of remorse.

But, despite his keen cognizance, he decisively decides to play along. Just for Miyaji. (Only you!) ] Thanks for humoring me. [ He chuckles slightly, bemused by the situation. Moving in as closely as the mistletoe’s enchantment would provide, he leans in, craning his neck to peer more attentively into the store’s pristine window. … And the space? Inevitably getting smaller; their shoulders nearly glued to one another. ] What would you recommend?