[ he’s looking at him full front, now. the absurdity– no, perhaps… immediate danger of this information finally allows sousei to forget anything else he felt personally about tenka coming here, especially once he considers the idea that whatever did this to tenka could be spreading. as he continues, sousei approaches him, and once tenka is done he can perhaps feel sousei’s hand carefully taking the bag from his grip.

there’s a long pause as he considers, feeling it, smelling it, and then placing it on his desk so that it doesn’t seep too far into his hands. ] I can’t detect anything on it. [ but he supposes tenka would be able to as well. ] But if it is in fact poisoned, it’s possible it’s being distributed somewhere.

[ a beat. ]

I’ll look into it. [ there’s a falter in his conviction when he realizes the only reason he’s agreeing so easily now is because he trusts tenka, and that slight pang in him keeps him still from helping tenka up.

he’ll continue on, though. ] How much did you have?