((Whatever moment of anger was in Ai's expression fades off with each new motion in Momo's. Now, Ai wasn't like some people; he couldn't see a change in expression and know what was passing through a persons mind, but he certainly saw those little changes, and he certainly knows that each twitch of the lip, each flutter of the eye, tensing of a muscle means something different, something specific. But in combination... as a pattern... within a situation, Ai finds himself lost.
And he's pretty drunk so that doesn't help his deduction abilities either.))
Momo-kun.... ((a sweet little whisper, obviously concerned, for as much as Momo annoyed him, Momo was his friend. His frown is small and delicate. The tight grip he had on Momo's wrists softens.)) Is something wrong?
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And he's pretty drunk so that doesn't help his deduction abilities either.))
Momo-kun.... ((a sweet little whisper, obviously concerned, for as much as Momo annoyed him, Momo was his friend. His frown is small and delicate. The tight grip he had on Momo's wrists softens.)) Is something wrong?