"I haven't finished yet!"
"You don't need to say any more!!"
Watanabe-senpai stood nearby with a smile on his face, clearly long accustomed to all this.
Just as Sawamura narrowed his eyes and was about to have a word with Sendou, Furuya came in through the door.
So Sawamura, who had been holding the remote without turning on the television, locked eyes "affectionately" with Furuya for several seconds.
"Want to watch?" Sawamura finally asked blankly.
Furuya nodded just as blankly.
"Tch!" Sawamura clicked his tongue "discreetly."
"You just clicked your tongue, didn't you?" Furuya asked innocently.
"Forget that! Sit down already!
Oh, right! Sendou!
You said you didn't know what was going on. So, do you want to watch or not?" After going Tit for Tat with Furuya, Sawamura remembered that he still had not gotten an answer to his earlier question, so he asked Sendou again.
Furuya turned his head over seriously as well.
Those two were still absurdly in sync...
Hearing that, Sendou casually found himself a seat, then dropped both his hands and his head onto the table as if surrendering. He looked like a salted fish that had lost all its dreams.
"So you really caught a cold!!" Sawamura shouted.
"Why are you so obsessed with colds?!" Sendou replied listlessly, his cheek pressed to the tabletop.
"Quiet down, Sawamura!" Watanabe-senpai said.
"But!!"
"He's just a little tired!!
Sendou has already worked hard enough today!!!"
"Fine!!" Sawamura nodded, then looked at Furuya again.
The two idiots were strangely synchronized as they each dragged over a stool and sat down in front of the television.
"Are you prepared?
This is reality!!
It's about to be shown!!
...That miserable sight!!!" Sawamura, remote in hand, went on a frenzied barrage.
"Boom!"
"Alright, hurry up!!" Furuya turned on the gas stove