His tone was mild, almost concerned, like he was just reporting a strange event. But his eyes… Kaya caught the slight shine there, the tiny pull at the corner of his mouth. His body stayed relaxed, shoulders loose, face open, while his gaze flashed with *of course I did it, what will you do about it?*—the kind of mismatch where voice and micro‑expression tell two different stories.[
Veer stared at him, beak half open.
"Suddenly rolled down?" he repeated, incredulous.
Cutie brought a hand to his lips, as if thinking hard. "Yes," he said gently. "Very suddenly. It was… impressive."
Kaya's eyes narrowed, just a little.
