[So he says, still replying. He's stiff and trying not to reply, nervously shifting his weight now and then but trying to appear confident by keeping his head high and his eyes cold.
But then Wataru starts coughing, and the guard looks over to him, wary but concerned.]
"...What's wrong with you?" [A pause, and then he moves, finally, just enough to reach into a pack at his side and pull out a can of tea. Canned tea! He sets it on the ground and then rolls it towards Wataru.] "If the food's too dry, use that."
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[So he says, still replying. He's stiff and trying not to reply, nervously shifting his weight now and then but trying to appear confident by keeping his head high and his eyes cold.
But then Wataru starts coughing, and the guard looks over to him, wary but concerned.]
"...What's wrong with you?" [A pause, and then he moves, finally, just enough to reach into a pack at his side and pull out a can of tea. Canned tea! He sets it on the ground and then rolls it towards Wataru.] "If the food's too dry, use that."