Excessive emotion was not something that Fuyuki often had to deal with. His own reactions were somewhat deadened, perhaps due to the barrier his muteness had built between him and others or perhaps he was just borderline sociopathic; that would also explain why he didn't care as much as he should have done when Matsushita's eyes began to glisten. Aside from a slight, very slight, twinge of guilt over the effect his deception was having on her, Fuyuki was quite happy with the girl's response. It was a necessary evil for both of them; she could think of him as a pervert and save face for nearly killing him (and a part of him did rather resent that) and he could get away with a minimal chance of his secret being discovered. Well, there [i]was[/i] the mild chance that she may be scarred by the experience but... [i]Well, fuck it,[/i] he thought. She had nearly committed manslaughter, so in his eyes Matsushita deserved a bit of payback. And she was clearly feeling it; the girl's expression grew more and more sickened as he continued, eliciting a rather cruel amusement in Fuyuki. [i]Never knew I was a sadi-[/i] The thought was interrupted by a sudden impact, throwing Fuyuki to the floor once more. Matsushita had... slapped him? No, no that wasn't a slap. She must have full on [i]punched[/i] him in the face.

The excessive emotion he had dealt with earlier was suddenly in the other court as Fuyuki utterly lost it. [b]'What the duck is wrong with you, you ducking count?'[/b] He tried to rage after her as Matsushita fled up the stairs, tapping out a stream of profanities on his PDA. Sadly the effect was marred by the auto-correct software and calm, relaxed voice. [b]'I was giving you a ducking chance, female dog. Duck it, I have had enough of this shot.'[/b] Fuyuki gave her the one finger salute, turned on one heel and marched out of the block. Or would have done; perhaps exacerbated by the slap or the blood pounding in his head, a wave of pain crashed over him and Fuyuki staggered into the wall, trying to fight the lightheadedness. He prayed that Matsushita had gone back to her room; for his sake, this conversation must not continue.