You call me the kid when you're pitching a fit. What are you getting so worked up for?
[There it is again, the simple brow raise. Aoba's shouting, again, and Noiz doesn't get it. The kiss was one thing, but holding hands? Is it really that big a deal? It's not like they're even on a main road yet.]
... tch. Whatever.
[He doesn't answer the questions, but he does let go of Aoba's hand. He turns away to continue walking, a little tenser now than he was before, and - if Aoba had managed to catch it, when he was turning away - a little more red in the face, too.]
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[There it is again, the simple brow raise. Aoba's shouting, again, and Noiz doesn't get it. The kiss was one thing, but holding hands? Is it really that big a deal? It's not like they're even on a main road yet.]
... tch. Whatever.
[He doesn't answer the questions, but he does let go of Aoba's hand. He turns away to continue walking, a little tenser now than he was before, and - if Aoba had managed to catch it, when he was turning away - a little more red in the face, too.]