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[From the looks of it, Souji has just finished some practice - the bokuto are put away neatly, but he hasn't bothered getting changed yet. He's sitting out on the porch, still wearing his hakama and gi, hair tied up off his neck. He fans himself with one hand - it's a bit hot today for training, but he didn't want to waste a string of good days just because the weather was uncooperative.

Come bother him?]

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[Susumu firmly resists the urge to roll his eyes. Despite appearances, Souji is the superior officer here, after all. Instead, he reiterates what he just said.]

Unless he asks me directly.

[Yes, he's stubborn enough to keep this up all day. Of course, he'd rather not have to... so Souji's getting just a hint of a Look again. Susumu knows that he doesn't want anyone fussing over him, and can appreciate that. Still, it's the Vice Commander they're talking about. It's a large part of Susumu's job to tell him things.]

That's the most I can offer, Okita-san.

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[The pout stays a little longer before he finally gives it up with a small shrug of his shoulders.]

Ah, I guess that's good enough~

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[...And count on Souji to go from pouting to seemingly content with no in-between. Susumu just sighs. He's sure he'll never figure this man out.]

...Good.