[Getting breakfast first thing in the morning is kind of the hardest thing in the world for Mitarai, so he always goes back to his room right away and pretty much screams into a pillow. When he answers the door it's in button-down shirt and pants instead of the zip-up hoodie he wears everywhere, and he seems still kind of tired, not literally sleepy as much as drained in the manner of a generally anxious person. His eyes light up thinly when he recognizes Mishima, with only a slightly crooked forcing to his smile.]
Oh, good morning, Mishima-kun. What—
[—brings you here, he was probably going to say. It's at this point Mitarai's head openly swivels down as he takes in the DVDs, pretty much literally like a starving man.]
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Oh, good morning, Mishima-kun. What—
[—brings you here, he was probably going to say. It's at this point Mitarai's head openly swivels down as he takes in the DVDs, pretty much literally like a starving man.]
—are THOSE?