Itsuki looked a little wounded by the dismissal, a pouty look on his face and a slight tremble on his lip. But that lip was pursed in on a look of resolve.

Takuro's newfound sixth sense would tell him that something was about to happen, in that suddenly he had Itsuki's long arms reaching on both sides of him, one fumbling from the scroll and the other going for his pocket, while he pressed down on Takuro's back. "Gimme!"