Eyes lowered, Maou pointed his chopsticks at Urushihara. "N--" He fumbled them and lifted his left hand to seriously point instead.
"No." Maou finally said. His tone was like that of an owner reprimanding a dog. "Next thing you know the doorbell rings an' your legs're asleep again. You'd be boned."
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Date: 2015-10-24 01:58 am (UTC)"No." Maou finally said. His tone was like that of an owner reprimanding a dog. "Next thing you know the doorbell rings an' your legs're asleep again. You'd be boned."