[Maybe if this Aoba understood how much this Noiz's heart has been ruined. How he'd been made to feel that he was not even worth being compensated. Not worth being acknowledged. He can't even fathom an Aoba that sees him as someone important outside of what he can offer.
But the time to reveal that isn't now. Examining Aoba's reaction, or lack thereof, with a somewhat crushed expression, Noiz watches him stay silent with a confused curiosity.]
...Nothing to say?
[Also, upon closer look...]
Ah. It seems I drew blood.
[He runs his tongue over his own lips and teeth, searching for any traces of it that got in him.]
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But the time to reveal that isn't now. Examining Aoba's reaction, or lack thereof, with a somewhat crushed expression, Noiz watches him stay silent with a confused curiosity.]
...Nothing to say?
[Also, upon closer look...]
Ah. It seems I drew blood.
[He runs his tongue over his own lips and teeth, searching for any traces of it that got in him.]