[ A̸r̴e̶n̶'̴t̷ ̴w̸e̴ ̶a̶l̷l̸ ̵j̸u̷s̴t̵ ̶p̸r̴e̶t̴e̸n̸d̸i̶n̴g̴?̵ ̷H̵o̴w̷ ̷i̶s̸ ̴t̷h̴a̵t̷ ̷a̴n̵y̵ ̶d̶i̶f̴f̶e̵r̵e̴n̵t̴ ̷f̷r̷o̷m̷ ̴e̵v̷e̴r̷y̸d̶a̴y̴?̸

Hibiki does her best to ignore the comment from the peanut gallery, but she can't disguise the faint twinge of discomfort that follows it. Yeah, now that he mentions it, it would probably be good to learn how to stop broadcasting what goes on in her head. ]

...Is this what you go through normally? No wonder you're over it already. Yeah, I'll definitely want you to teach me how to turn this off. There's a lot going on up there I'd rather you not hear about.

[ O̷h̷,̶ ̷g̶o̶o̶d̸ ̷p̸o̵i̷n̴t̸.̸ ̷I̶ ̴w̶o̴n̷d̸e̸r̴ ̷i̶f̵ ̵h̵e̷ ̷c̶a̶n̶ ̶h̶e̴a̴r̴ t̷h̷a̸t̴ l̴o̴u̶d̷ ̵a̵n̷d̶ ̵c̴l̵e̷a̷r̸.̸

And suddenly the idea of him having direct access to her mind becomes a lot less appealing, and while she continues to smile, it's a bit strained. If he can hear that song swirling around in her head... ]

I'll wanna get on that sooner rather than later. After you've recovered, obviously.