(He expected to hear that annoying, -kun at the end and as ever, he'd been ready to correct Matoba. If he were a little more sober, he would understand what exactly Matoba was asking but as far as he's concerned, when his head is filled with just enough cotton to stop him from thinking too hard and that's just the way he likes it usually. Not too far gone he's lost but just enough that he can stress less.
He finds himself just looking over at him, clearly confused and wondering where the question had come from.)
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He finds himself just looking over at him, clearly confused and wondering where the question had come from.)