Mamoru finally looks at Amos as though he actually could, his shades strangely well-pointed at where his eyes are like a normal person would face another in a conversation. The chuckle had left a remnant of a quirk in the corner of his lips, and it twitches there.] Sounds like you got duped.
[Really, that's what he picks on. Not for lack of understanding of the rest, or for disagreeing, but he still decides to pick up the one thing.]
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There it is.
Mamoru finally looks at Amos as though he actually could, his shades strangely well-pointed at where his eyes are like a normal person would face another in a conversation. The chuckle had left a remnant of a quirk in the corner of his lips, and it twitches there.] Sounds like you got duped.
[Really, that's what he picks on. Not for lack of understanding of the rest, or for disagreeing, but he still decides to pick up the one thing.]