[When his eyes meet Eichi's, the other Eichi's, it tells him enough. It's no mirror image, and that odd way of looking at himself is what makes him so sure. He can feel it, and there's some sort of spark that he's not sure what it is, and now he's being interrogated. He doesn't resist, showing his own fingerprints and blinking expectantly at Keito, but this is better opportunity for proof than what he would have thought.
He looks at the watch, recognizing it as the same one Keito has on his wrist, and brightens a little. Ah, he gets to hear his schedule?
He gestures out with his hand grandly even though there's no reason to.]
Tell me my schedule for tomorrow. [Give him the tea]
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[When his eyes meet Eichi's, the other Eichi's, it tells him enough. It's no mirror image, and that odd way of looking at himself is what makes him so sure. He can feel it, and there's some sort of spark that he's not sure what it is, and now he's being interrogated. He doesn't resist, showing his own fingerprints and blinking expectantly at Keito, but this is better opportunity for proof than what he would have thought.
He looks at the watch, recognizing it as the same one Keito has on his wrist, and brightens a little. Ah, he gets to hear his schedule?
He gestures out with his hand grandly even though there's no reason to.]
Tell me my schedule for tomorrow. [Give him the tea]