[ He'd have tossed in a pinch of baking soda too if he figured Inumuta's stomach was upset, but as it is, this'll have to do. Past that, suck it up, Inumuta did this to himself. Iori shrugs, giving a dismissive roll of his wrist and wave of his hand. ]
It's not a problem.
[ He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, frowning a little - where did he leave his mask? He'd just been at the couch, it wasn't there. Hell, where were Inu's glasses? ... Nawh, those can stay missing for a while. ]
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It's not a problem.
[ He pushes his glasses back up the bridge of his nose, frowning a little - where did he leave his mask? He'd just been at the couch, it wasn't there. Hell, where were Inu's glasses? ... Nawh, those can stay missing for a while. ]