[Lasting impressions are exactly Heigo's trouble with spicy food, which he never enjoyed in the first place. He doubts he will eat anything at the shop, but he owes it to this friendly not-so-stranger to drop by sometime, at least.]
Oh no, no, not that sort of unfortunate. Even alcohol can't make me the pinching strangers type. No, I found out the hard way that whatever colouring they used in these drinks was powerful enough to stain porcelain - when it came back up. [He lifts his eyebrows in a quick "if you know what I mean, and I'm sure you do" expression.] They've probably switched to something better by now, this was years ago, but it's never seemed worth it to take the chance.
[Heigo finds himself nodding thoughtfully along with Kei's story, maybe even more thoughtfully than he'd anticipated when he asked. The whole thing sounds like a cautionary tale written from his own fears about stepping into his literary fame, and the fact that it confirms so many of them on a smaller scale is a lesson he won't discard lightly.
Of course, he'd never have people flocking after him for his looks instead of his talent - what he fears is amassing a social circle who only care about the fame itself, which some of them may feel they've given him directly, and may thus decide he owes them something more direct in return. Better to keep it all quiet, he's always felt for one reason or another, and here's one to add to the list.]
Everyone prefers their imagined versions of other people to the real thing. How much impact the discrepancy has on them depends more on how much their own happiness depends on the fantasy, not how much of the person they've dreamed up in the first place. [Hoo boy. Heigo's spirits really have taken a hit all of a sudden.] ... now you see why I'm not such a big hit at parties.
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Oh no, no, not that sort of unfortunate. Even alcohol can't make me the pinching strangers type. No, I found out the hard way that whatever colouring they used in these drinks was powerful enough to stain porcelain - when it came back up. [He lifts his eyebrows in a quick "if you know what I mean, and I'm sure you do" expression.] They've probably switched to something better by now, this was years ago, but it's never seemed worth it to take the chance.
[Heigo finds himself nodding thoughtfully along with Kei's story, maybe even more thoughtfully than he'd anticipated when he asked. The whole thing sounds like a cautionary tale written from his own fears about stepping into his literary fame, and the fact that it confirms so many of them on a smaller scale is a lesson he won't discard lightly.
Of course, he'd never have people flocking after him for his looks instead of his talent - what he fears is amassing a social circle who only care about the fame itself, which some of them may feel they've given him directly, and may thus decide he owes them something more direct in return. Better to keep it all quiet, he's always felt for one reason or another, and here's one to add to the list.]
Everyone prefers their imagined versions of other people to the real thing. How much impact the discrepancy has on them depends more on how much their own happiness depends on the fantasy, not how much of the person they've dreamed up in the first place. [Hoo boy. Heigo's spirits really have taken a hit all of a sudden.] ... now you see why I'm not such a big hit at parties.