[Now it's Amane's turn to go pale, his large eyes going even wider as his brother starts to make a dash from the store, and he practically launches himself out of his chair to try to stop Tsukasa mid-way.]
No No NO-- I'll do it, okay? Just... go back and play your games or something--!
[It takes a good deal of pushing (and a good deal of whining on Tsukasa's end), but Amane finally urges his twin back inside, feeling a bit tired now himself from all the effort. But if he left Tsukasa to his own devices, who knows what sort of concoction he would have served to poor Shinsha, and he didn't need that sort of cranky bleed-over into the Dream Sphere on their end (even if it would be ironic if he inadvertently poisoned Cinnabun in the Waking World). It's true that he envied his brother's energy and health at times (and if you really analyzed things, maybe that's why he leaned so hard into his mischievous side when he was in Dreamer form), but...
Heaving a sigh, he glances back over towards Shinsha, looking a touch frazzled from the whole ordeal.]
Sorry, he's... A Lot. [Says the pot about the kettle] Just know your blood sugar avoided a fate worst than death.
[He gestures over to his now empty chair, before starting to move towards the tank that held the coffee on tap.]
You can sit, if you want. I still gotta wrap up your plant and all... [He goes to grab a cup, and then--] How do you take your coffee? Black?
["Like your soul", he almost wants to joke, but... no, that would immediately give him away, wouldn't it?]
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[Now it's Amane's turn to go pale, his large eyes going even wider as his brother starts to make a dash from the store, and he practically launches himself out of his chair to try to stop Tsukasa mid-way.]
No No NO-- I'll do it, okay? Just... go back and play your games or something--!
[It takes a good deal of pushing (and a good deal of whining on Tsukasa's end), but Amane finally urges his twin back inside, feeling a bit tired now himself from all the effort. But if he left Tsukasa to his own devices, who knows what sort of concoction he would have served to poor Shinsha, and he didn't need that sort of cranky bleed-over into the Dream Sphere on their end (even if it would be ironic if he inadvertently poisoned Cinnabun in the Waking World). It's true that he envied his brother's energy and health at times (and if you really analyzed things, maybe that's why he leaned so hard into his mischievous side when he was in Dreamer form), but...
Heaving a sigh, he glances back over towards Shinsha, looking a touch frazzled from the whole ordeal.]
Sorry, he's... A Lot. [Says the pot about the kettle] Just know your blood sugar avoided a fate worst than death.
[He gestures over to his now empty chair, before starting to move towards the tank that held the coffee on tap.]
You can sit, if you want. I still gotta wrap up your plant and all... [He goes to grab a cup, and then--] How do you take your coffee? Black?
["Like your soul", he almost wants to joke, but... no, that would immediately give him away, wouldn't it?]