[ Aoba makes a wavering complaint in his throat at the compliment. It's embarrassing, saying that sort of thing so bluntly... but it's not like he hates it. Quite the opposite, really, and Aoba tips his chin down as he smiles in spite of his earlier protest. ]

Now you do. [ Ah, he really likes it. Aoba presses his fingers against the fabric he was tugging at on his shirt and feels his heart beating. It's stupid how something so minor like this can excite him.

And then Noiz says something weird. ]

Heeh? Only the most important piece of furniture a home could have for half the year!

Come on, I'll show you... [ He takes him by the wrist and tugs him along, pointing to one cushion on the floor. Grumbling all the while: ] You broke into my home like it was no big deal and you've never seen something like this? Honestly...