"But...if I go, people might miss out on the petal cookies!" Bashou only looked more joyful when Buson said he'd tried them. The 'lie' totally slipped his attention, this time. "See...? You loved them, too! So we should tell people about them, no...?"
His brow began to crease at Buson's next words. He doesn't know that they're called chinsuko, even though he just said it? Buson seemed...jumbled up, somehow? Maybe he'd been drinking. That wouldn't be a surprise.
"B-but...you do use hair gel," Bashou replied with a high, nervous laugh. "I see you, all the time! And you...you love sunglasses..."
His smile slowly faded, then became a gasp. His hand flew to his mouth, but his surprise was still clear in his widened eyes.
"Buson...! I felt different once I'd eaten a cookie...and you ate a cookie - or I think you did, I don't know, I'm confused... - and now you're saying things that don't make any sense!?"
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His brow began to crease at Buson's next words. He doesn't know that they're called chinsuko, even though he just said it? Buson seemed...jumbled up, somehow? Maybe he'd been drinking. That wouldn't be a surprise.
"B-but...you do use hair gel," Bashou replied with a high, nervous laugh. "I see you, all the time! And you...you love sunglasses..."
His smile slowly faded, then became a gasp. His hand flew to his mouth, but his surprise was still clear in his widened eyes.
"Buson...! I felt different once I'd eaten a cookie...and you ate a cookie - or I think you did, I don't know, I'm confused... - and now you're saying things that don't make any sense!?"