[Takatora walks into their partitioned room, licking the last traces of berry juice from his fingers. He glances sideways at Yoshitsugu as he heads to his own bed, which he then gracelessly flops onto. He stretches out before rolling onto his side so that he can face his friend.]
Are you having fun terrorising the tree's populace?
[Since Yoshitsugu is using his amber slice, and radiating amusement...]
action;
Are you having fun terrorising the tree's populace?
[Since Yoshitsugu is using his amber slice, and radiating amusement...]