[It isn't in Hitya's nature to laugh at Jyushi on most occasions but the reaction he earns instead might not be much better. Hitoya stares from where he's seated, recognizing the shared curse immediately.
Coversely, Hitoya doesn't feel he has anything to hide. Sitting with a straight back, hands folded over the leather topped oak wood desk, long legs cross at the ankles and end in perfectly pointed heels.]
Well. I like to think I'm not a hypocrite.
[Gesturing, he hopes to at least beckon Jyushi from beyond where he's hiding behind the door frame.]
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Coversely, Hitoya doesn't feel he has anything to hide. Sitting with a straight back, hands folded over the leather topped oak wood desk, long legs cross at the ankles and end in perfectly pointed heels.]
Well. I like to think I'm not a hypocrite.
[Gesturing, he hopes to at least beckon Jyushi from beyond where he's hiding behind the door frame.]