"..."
After a moment of silence, the room was deathly quiet.
Sato hurriedly scooted away, shifting her butt across the bed until she had put some distance between herself and its edge. "Y-You... what are you doing?!"
"Shouldn't I be the one asking you that?"
Fujino could not help complaining, "Sis, what are you doing?"
"Didn't I tell you not to touch me?!"
Sato Miwako's face flushed crimson. "I'm a little particular about where I sleep. If a stranger touches me while I'm deeply asleep, I'll instinctively fight back!"
"What kind of sleeping habit is that?"
Fujino looked speechless. "I've heard of people kicking off their blankets in their sleep, but who punches people while asleep?"
"I wasn't punching you!"
Sato Miwako retorted coquettishly, "It was just a stress response from working overtime as a police officer!"
"Is that stress response even proper?"
"Hey!"
Sato Miwako frowned, her tone turning displeased. "What do you mean, proper or improper? I think you're the improper one here. You took advantage of me!"
"How did I take advantage of you?"
Fujino sighed helplessly. "You were obviously the one taking advantage of me, weren't you?"
"I don't care, boohoohoo..."
Sato Miwako instantly turned into a wronged little housewife. She grabbed the blanket beside her, pulled it over herself, and began to cry and make a scene. "You brat took advantage of me. I'm not clean anymore, boohoohoo."
Fujino: "..."
Sis, if you were going to fake cry, you could at least squeeze out a couple tears, right?
Where had she learned this whole crying, making a fuss, and threatening suicide routine? Was she trying to make him take responsibility?
Still, this scene felt a little inappropriate...
Normally, in a situation like this, he should have been sitting by the bed smoking.
At the very