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The dreaded dinner scene [tm] of tipsy!Subaru is taking shape... slowly.
Subaru blinked, put his chopsticks down, and looked at his wrist more closely, seeing the fainted pale-golden kanji of Shiro's protection spells around his wrist framed in the ice-blue glow of Sakurazuka power. But Seishiro's hand had only the mark on its back. That wasn't right. That— He reached over and determinedly traced the protection spell with a slightly unsteady fingertip in red glowing kanji of his power across Seishiro's wrist. There, that was better, he nodded at himself.
Subaru blinked, put his chopsticks down, and looked at his wrist more closely, seeing the fainted pale-golden kanji of Shiro's protection spells around his wrist framed in the ice-blue glow of Sakurazuka power. But Seishiro's hand had only the mark on its back. That wasn't right. That— He reached over and determinedly traced the protection spell with a slightly unsteady fingertip in red glowing kanji of his power across Seishiro's wrist. There, that was better, he nodded at himself.
