[ Eichi falters a little when Keito grabs his wrist, but only because he really doesn't know what's on his schedule. He hasn't had a schedule in weeks, because nothing has mattered and everything is pointless and he hasn't had the motivation to do a single thing. (He briefly considered trying for world domination, then realized he'd have to go up against Rei Sakuma, and didn't have the energy to convince Keito it would be a good idea.)
The watch, however, responds in a measured, even tone: ]
Tomorrow's schedule is open. Projected wake-up time: 10'o'clock. Projected tasks: drinking tea in bed, watching the latest--
[ Hastily, Eichi butts in before the watch can embarrass him anymore. ]
-- cancel schedule! [ He jerks his wrist away from them both, putting his other hand over the watch like it'll somehow shield it from hearing any further commands. He's bracelet shifts, and the objects ping off each other gently. ]
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The watch, however, responds in a measured, even tone: ]
Tomorrow's schedule is open. Projected wake-up time: 10'o'clock. Projected tasks: drinking tea in bed, watching the latest--
[ Hastily, Eichi butts in before the watch can embarrass him anymore. ]
-- cancel schedule! [ He jerks his wrist away from them both, putting his other hand over the watch like it'll somehow shield it from hearing any further commands. He's bracelet shifts, and the objects ping off each other gently. ]
Keito, don't be rude.