Aiji stared at Miyavi. Miyavi stared at Aiji. One was lost for words, the other, waiting to get punched in the face again. Aiji, however, didn’t seem quite in the mood as he had ten minutes ago, his mouth slightly open as he tried to read anything on Miyavi’s face that could convince him of foolery, lies, or a badly-timed joke layered on what was
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