[Speaking of "chill?" The piercing stare directed at Cater goes cold, swiveling first to Idia and then back to Cater.]

Horseshit.

[The word snaps out tight but still eerily quiet. Uh oh. At least the ones after are calmer but no less unhappy.]

You both refuse to look at each other. Idia-senpai is ready to hide under the table, and Cater-senpai, you're toying with your hair. You do that when you're being insincere. You think I don't notice things because I'm always drowsy, but I do.