[ The honest truth wouldn't have been met with embarrassment, but a sort of defeated agreement that yes, it's unfortunate that their reunion has to be under such circumstances. Munakata appears less Kingly than he is a dumpster diving hobo, dried blood crusting at the side of his face, smudged by sweat and lord-knows-what... but considering where they both have found themselves, he can hardly prioritize his state of dress.

And Fushimi always manages to express exactly what he wishes to hear in his own uniquely Fushimi way, earning him a genuine smile. It almost looks like he's crying, his eyes welling up and he has to bring a hand up, rubbing his eyes idly. ]

--Ah? [ It surprises him, too - the king of composure, tearjerked by his subordinate's loyalty.

But it's not what it appears. Picture this: they're in a wasteland, a landfill of sorts. Not only are there "recyclables," but biodegradable waste and evidently toxic waste, as well. With skirmishes occurring on all corners of this so-called level, winds gusting the odorous and putrid haze into his lungs and eyes - and with him missing the protective barrier of his glasses - everything hits his face all at once, thus tearing him up.

But that would have been funny, huh?? Regaining his composure, he looks to the sky, so ugly compared to their original one. ]

Mission success, huh... Somehow, I don't believe in the slightest that I was let off so easily, but instead of doubting your words, Fushimi-kun, I will doubt the authenticity of this 'game'. Thus, I shall still expect a report on your mission in the near future. [ Munakata moves to shift his glasses, forgetting briefly that it isn't there when his fingers meet the bridge of his nose. Oops... ] In the meantime, I'm quite embarrassed to admit I am completely at a loss without... a certain item of mine...