[Yotsuya stiffens at the sudden attachment. People touching him in general is on his list of objectionable things, especially when those people have tried to stab him in the throat before. He looks down at Bel, grimacing at the smell of blood.
Perhaps, this was a bad night to come back to the room.]
Now what do you want? I know you're not going to offer to help me carry these.
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Perhaps, this was a bad night to come back to the room.]
Now what do you want? I know you're not going to offer to help me carry these.