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“The moon is beautiful tonight, don't you think so, Shoutarou?”
Philip had firmly believed that the sentence was completely harmless. He hadn't mispronounced any word as far as he could remember, too. He was genuinely praising the brilliant moon that shone on Fuuto tonight. So, why had Shoutarou looked so surprised and alarmed? And why had he looked so abashed and red?
Philip didn't understand.
Curious, he spent the rest of the night staying up and solving the mystery and— oh.
Oh.
“I see...” Rubbing his chin, Philip smiled at the answer. Well, he wouldn't completely disagree with it, though.