[He can't keep the amused look off his face, even if he's trying not to laugh outright at his friend. He pulled a handkerchief from his kimono sleeve and handed it to Cliff. Saizou, on the other hand, was unrepentant and sitting behind the couch, chewing on the sandwich.]
April 7th, evening | action
[He can't keep the amused look off his face, even if he's trying not to laugh outright at his friend. He pulled a handkerchief from his kimono sleeve and handed it to Cliff. Saizou, on the other hand, was unrepentant and sitting behind the couch, chewing on the sandwich.]
You have a little print on your forehead.