[ He has been super-intense on Maya's privacy, so while brackets can be seen, Maya gets away with her horseshit with only the vaguest sense of general unease. The kind that comes from knowing someone's hovering right over your shoulder prepared to suffocate you with nags and hugs the instant it goes a bit too loud. But. Privacy. The distraction ball is slapped back in her direction.

I don't know. They won't talk to me. Digging into it feels too much like home/work/executions. Not sure if a call-out would make it better or worse. Every other emotion to this point has come through like a print out of someone's intended meaning on a post-it note, maybe occasional scraps of something Legitimate it stapled to said notes, but this one is blatant concern. Loud worrying intensifies.

It also immediately disappears to offense when Maya @'s him on main.

Ugh!!!/Not weird!/Didn't mean to! Said I'd answer his questions but I used the wrong Method and it stuck! He still deserves it/hasn't wronged, but if you don't mind ripping it out, then yes. Order it.

This is thought with actual focus as autopilot takes over the rest in the worst way, speaking a flowing professional monotone as he sits. ] Let it be known I apologize with most sincere regret, Master Ushiromiya and Lord Aragaki. I shall endeavor to use proper speech in the future, as to not offend your definitions of common decency; therefore future use of foul language or improper syntax is forbidden.

[ Oh, relax/I'll fix your hair on the ride down/after we land. ]