[ The corners of his mouth turn down when she waves— not angrily or upset, but more in concern or thought or "why tf do you have a blanket, this is a school," but it's enough for him to set down his watering can and approach the window, because I refuse to play two characters who are selectively mute. ]
What do you want?
[ His voice is somewhat muffled by the glass that stands between them, with a strange lilt that might remind her of Kansai-ben but not exactly. ]
no subject
What do you want?
[ His voice is somewhat muffled by the glass that stands between them, with a strange lilt that might remind her of Kansai-ben but not exactly. ]