[Maki closes his book with more force than is really necessary, and he stares at Eiji with an intense dislike. There's a flash of purple in his eyes, but he doesn't try anything. One of them should probably say something, but Maki's never been a good conversationalist.
The doll on his arm has its book closed as well and its hands on its hips.]
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The doll on his arm has its book closed as well and its hands on its hips.]