[It can't possibly be that simple. There's something sharp in Sayaka's gaze while she considers that, and reads everything about Hubert that she can. Analyzing people is one of her few decent points, or at least she thought it had been up until this point. But...
Nothing about this is screaming a trick to her. And Sayaka does not like it.
Her gaze loses that sharpness as the gears turn in her head, and the smile on her face is...different. As if she's not entirely sure what to do with her face, or what he's saying, but...]
...Right, of course. [Despite the attempt at friendliness, it doesn't quite reach her usual--far too guarded.] I don't think you need to worry about that. I don't intend to bring this up any further to anyone.
[Even so, she looks to the body of the boy who courted her as a joke, and there's nothing but disdain in her expression.]
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Nothing about this is screaming a trick to her. And Sayaka does not like it.
Her gaze loses that sharpness as the gears turn in her head, and the smile on her face is...different. As if she's not entirely sure what to do with her face, or what he's saying, but...]
...Right, of course. [Despite the attempt at friendliness, it doesn't quite reach her usual--far too guarded.] I don't think you need to worry about that. I don't intend to bring this up any further to anyone.
[Even so, she looks to the body of the boy who courted her as a joke, and there's nothing but disdain in her expression.]
...What do we need to do about him?