"..."
Fushimi Rokukyo squinted, stayed silent for a while, then lowered his head to continue fiddling with his phone.
Minamoto Tamako snapped out of it, wiped the drool from her mouth, and awkwardly asked, "What do you think?"
"Think about what?" Fushimi Rokukyo pretended not to understand, playing dumb.
Minamoto Tamako decided to be straightforward: "If I make such a request, would you use a stamp to cancel it with me?"
Fushimi Rokukyo returned a mysterious smile: "Take a guess."
Minamoto Tamako stared at his face, trying to glean some clue from this handsome but oddly expressive face: "Could it be?"
"Guess again."
"So it's a no then..."
"One more guess."
"Oh? Could it really be?" Minamoto Tamako rekindled her hope.
Fushimi Rokukyo, unwilling to engage with her, lowered his head to continue dealing with messages, casually saying, "You can try."
"..."
Minamoto Tamako could tell, Fushimi was probably reluctant.
