No! No!!!!!!! [Mitarai makes to wave both arms in denial. However, he's on his hands and knees on the ground, so he can only raise one arm.] It's, it tastes REALLY good! I just, uh—
[He waves his free hand at himself to indicate general deficiencies that he's not sure how to put into words that aren't egregiously, disruptively self-deprecating. What does marriage have to do with any of this, anyway? Is he being culturally insensitive! He's turned bright red, not that the coughing was helping at all in that respect. Mitarai at this point just puts his hand where he was sitting and pulls himself up, breathing heavily from all this self-perpetuating anxiety. He nods at the words for which Yoosung was trying to get his attention.]
I see; thank you for doing that... [He lets out one last breath and assumes an at least slightly more neutral expression.] Even more than I realized, it's a little like a grave-sweeping ritual, eh.
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[He waves his free hand at himself to indicate general deficiencies that he's not sure how to put into words that aren't egregiously, disruptively self-deprecating. What does marriage have to do with any of this, anyway? Is he being culturally insensitive! He's turned bright red, not that the coughing was helping at all in that respect. Mitarai at this point just puts his hand where he was sitting and pulls himself up, breathing heavily from all this self-perpetuating anxiety. He nods at the words for which Yoosung was trying to get his attention.]
I see; thank you for doing that... [He lets out one last breath and assumes an at least slightly more neutral expression.] Even more than I realized, it's a little like a grave-sweeping ritual, eh.