[ Tamamori lets his eyes slide up from 'Kawako', up, and then up some more, expression withering the longer it takes to get to the man's stony face. There's an immediate sense in him that this man belongs inside a film, stalking the halls as the pretty lead blinks her big, doe-eyes at the audience, unawares...but he shakes himself out of it, and instead scoops up the haniwa in to his hands, cradling it to his chest. ]
Oh, uh- this one's not like the other ones! We made it, actually! [ The little felt university cap gets left on the table in Tama's haste to lie, and he whips his head over to look at Minakami, nudging him under the table with his shoe. ] We're studying these kinds of things, right?
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Oh, uh- this one's not like the other ones! We made it, actually! [ The little felt university cap gets left on the table in Tama's haste to lie, and he whips his head over to look at Minakami, nudging him under the table with his shoe. ] We're studying these kinds of things, right?