You brat!
...Wait, isn't this just like a kid throwing a temper tantrum!?
Aoba: ...Cut it out and actually listen for a second! I'm not pretending to not know or anything!
I stare firmly at his eyes, tryly trying to convince him.
Aoba: I really don't remember if I beat you, and I don't understand Rhyme really well. So...
But I'm roughly pushed down in the middle of my sentence.
Aoba: Ouch...
While I endure the pain that hit straight to my back, the man sits on my stomach.
Aoba: Hey! What do you think you're doing!?
Noiz: Shut up.
With an indifferent expression, the man holds my arm and suddenly twists it.
Aoba: Owow ow ow ow!
Noiz: You can still do Rhyme with only one hand.
Aoba: Geh!
This guy...!
Noiz: If you don't want a broken arm, fight me.
My arm creaks, bent backwards and twisted at the joint.
I absolutely... do not want to do Rhyme.
I don't want to make any trouble for Ren, either.
What should I do...?
[Choice]
-> I hear something on the stairs
-> I hear something on the roof
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