[ he's just about the same height as gaku and ryuu, then, if not maybe slightly taller, which means that tenn just needs to tilt his head up slightly to make eye contact with trevor, and that half-smirk is met by a small laugh, the edge of his lips curling into his own smirk, placing his hand on the table and watching the way that he drapes his scarf, his coat over the chair. ]
Mobs? Oh dear, did I happen to make a terrible decision already?
[ it's playful, light, practiced, just the right amount of curiosity and alarm layered onto his words, the kind he's used to dropping in interviews. ]
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Mobs? Oh dear, did I happen to make a terrible decision already?
[ it's playful, light, practiced, just the right amount of curiosity and alarm layered onto his words, the kind he's used to dropping in interviews. ]
Tenn Kujo. But you already knew that, I think.