“And then—and then! Oshi-san went all ‘hmph’ on me, and I think m’ heart stopped!”

Mika had been going on a heated ramble about a story for the past few minutes. After another loud, slightly frustrated huff, he finished, his small gesticulations stopping in favor of looking over to you expectantly with those mismatched eyes.

“Sarry fer rantin’ again, Naru-chan! Ngaah, ‘m just ruinin’ th’ mood...”

He apologized—a rather frequent occurence—sheepish smile now resting on his cheeks.