heh . . getting nervous , Wuyang .ᐣ

haha , I guess not .

no , I'm genuinely a little confused .

. . . ( Mizuki paused , having to take a good moment to think about it . now that Wuyang asked — he's never truly explored anything else aside from things invovling paper . probably cause nothing much called to him ) just dancing . . . but I don't even do that often .

nah . I think you yourself are the spell .

I should be in the know .ᐣ what exactly should I know . . .

an M where .ᐣ

you definitely put a spell on me .

why , you're welcome . honesty is simply my middle name .

oh — sorry , that's not really what I meant . ( he chuckled , taking a seat at his desk and grabbing a sheet from the new pile , starting to fold it here and there . . . making something without saying anything ) I meant hobby-wise . this is . . the only thing I can do .

don't thank them , they might change their minds .

many parts were involved .

kinda glad the spirits haven't . . interfered yet . with . . whatever we got going on , I mean —

hmm . . hard to tell . it's possible I might've , hypothetically , have had my eyes glued onto this cute guy I met not very long ago . but that's just a hunch .