[ Not reciprocating the threat (even though he could), he merely looks forward towards the play. ]
Eleven centimeters. [ There's much emphasis in his still voice because, y'know, ten isn't going to change the fact he would be taller. He feels like it has been a while since he had Yata's full attention... Yet it isn't the same, but this is good enough.
Yeah, he's not going to deny he ate most of your meat. ] It can't be helped.
[ He shrugs. You're going to be forever short, Yata. Twenty and you still look like a middle schooler. ]
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Eleven centimeters. [ There's much emphasis in his still voice because, y'know, ten isn't going to change the fact he would be taller. He feels like it has been a while since he had Yata's full attention... Yet it isn't the same, but this is good enough.
Yeah, he's not going to deny he ate most of your meat. ] It can't be helped.
[ He shrugs. You're going to be forever short, Yata. Twenty and you still look like a middle schooler. ]