On the way back, Umaru and Mashiro were sound asleep, while Utaha Kasumigaoka held her notebook, jotting something down from time to time before glancing at Sogo Doma beside her. The years were peaceful and serene.
"Utaha, the way you keep looking at me and then not looking at me is really distracting for the driver. I can't tell whether you're waiting for a chance to make a move against me, so my instincts have activated their defensive mechanisms. I have no choice but to devote most of my attention to you, and as far as safety goes..." Yet this was what Sogo Doma, the object of those furtive glances, had to say.
"Sogo, if by driving you meant the racing game you're playing right now rather than this car, then I might consider taking your advice!"
"Utaha, are you looking down on racing games?"
"I'm merely stating the facts. Who leaves the actual car unattended, ignores the beautiful girls in it, and instead plays games by himself with a controller!? If this were a game, that would absolutely be a choice leading to a BAD END..." Utaha Kasumigaoka retorted.
"Don't try to fool me. There wouldn't be any valid choices at this point in a game," Sogo Doma countered. "Besides, it's because your skills are so terrible that you got eliminated in the first round of the match. I'm just about to clear the game..."
"Cough, cough..." Utaha Kasumigaoka coughed twice. "Sogo, where's that gentlemanly conduct you promised? And who plays a racing game while driving home?"
"Umaru was the one who suggested it. After getting eliminated in the third round, she went sulking off to the bed. By the way, even Mashiro made it through the first round before getting eliminated in the second. After Umaru lost, Mashiro