Minamoto Tamako's first reaction was dissatisfaction.
She worked hard to mediate, and Fushimi Roku just dismissed all her efforts with a few words from the couch. How could she accept that?
"How did I mess it up?" Minamoto Tamako circled in front of Fushimi Roku, blocking his view of the TV.
Fushimi Roku stretched his neck, leaned sideways, half-lying on the sofa, looking past Minamoto Tamako, and casually stuffed chips into his mouth, "Think for yourself..."
"No way!" Minamoto Tamako slapped Fushimi Roku's face with both hands, pinning his head down and forcing him to look at her, "Explain yourself quickly!"
Fushimi Roku pursed his lips, still holding a chip, and asked, "If we were arguing and a third party said, 'Stop it, or I'll arrest you both'... how would you feel?"
Minamoto Tamako tilted her head and actually imagined it, "Why arrest me? I definitely didn't do anything wrong..."
