[ tsukishima tips to the side, fingers tightening on the glass bowl. he rebalances quickly enough and takes the opportunity to shoot the guy an annoyed look. not having to look down is a little bit of a surprise, but more importantly: ] No.
[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
no subject
[ he shifts the bowl around in his hands for a moment, leaning away. though it's not like the dough will collapse in his absence, he doesn't have the free time to talk, nor is he one for conversation even on good days. ]
...excuse me.
[ trying to slide past now. ]