[Makoto, who'd nodded carefully at Akechi's question, carefully noted his unwillingness to look at any of them directly, been mildly impressed at his lack of (or muted) disdain for Ryuji's suggestion, cannot in the end quite help herself.]
Would you like for us to find you a podium?
[It's not that she minds hearing his thoughts, it's just--she doesn't trust this. She doesn't like this. Whether he means to or not, even though he could be doing much worse, it still feels like he's talking down to all of them.]
[She smooths down the pants of her suit, an automatic, obsolete motion from days of uniform skirts.]
Be straightforward and concise, please. [No grandstanding. No speeches. He's muted, different from all the other sides of him she's seen. But still unpleasant, somehow. Maybe because she's seen behind this and is so wary, now, of what hides behind this mask.]
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Would you like for us to find you a podium?
[It's not that she minds hearing his thoughts, it's just--she doesn't trust this. She doesn't like this. Whether he means to or not, even though he could be doing much worse, it still feels like he's talking down to all of them.]
[She smooths down the pants of her suit, an automatic, obsolete motion from days of uniform skirts.]
Be straightforward and concise, please. [No grandstanding. No speeches. He's muted, different from all the other sides of him she's seen. But still unpleasant, somehow. Maybe because she's seen behind this and is so wary, now, of what hides behind this mask.]