[ that gets a smile out of them, and they raise an eyebrow at him. ]

In other words, I really won't be able to get rid of you, compliments or not? Well, at least my guilt trip worked.

[ they're joking, they weren't guilt-tripping him. On purpose. Very much. Even if they suspect he's playing up his goofy personality (moreso after his indirect response there), they're also quite convinced a lot of it is real. He cares a lot about people. Including Mizuki, in spite of how squirrelly they are. Which is nice. Maybe they just like having someone give a damn without doubting them. ]

I'm not sure it will make much of a difference, though. Apparently, you'll stay dead asleep after curfew, even if someone comes in and fires a round. [ they pause to take a drink, at which point the second half of their thought is firmly interrupted as they taste water and make a confused squeaking sound. They were sure they mixed this properly -- they take a second sip, and it's back to normal. Mizuki stares at the glass for a second, then over at Majima, eyes narrowing suspiciously. ]