[ wataru relaxes against his fist, temple leaned against two loosely curled fingers, as miai talks; there's something eye-catching about him in a way he feels they're kin in, and it's a strange feeling, to think one might have found someone similar enough to talk in kind with. not altogether unpleasant, no, but it's rare, to find someone who can speak as well as him, who can match him.
the smile, faint, catches his eye the most; the smile returned, born again, tugs him more gently to curiosity. despite his tendency to stay to the side, ah... perhaps it's because this is someone tori idolizes so, has spoken so well of, that he's so curious about him, that he'd like to know him more. it can't only be that they've spoken so easily, after all; certainly it must be some underlying thing caused by hours and days and weeks culminated of tori's boasts and glee.
wataru returns the smile in kind, anyway. ]
Ah, monsieur, you have such a way with words, it makes my heart tremble with jealousy. [ ...mmm. he mulls the words over, wondering if miai could find the same joy and meaning on stage as him— well, it'd be a long time yet, even with practice, before wataru would allow that much, but— it resounds with him, a little, such a quest. he's happy as he is, he'd tell that to anyone! he has jobs he enjoys, he has a hobby he loves, he has tori to keep him company...
but still. to be young and wandering through life, he supposes. to be in university again, trying to find your way through the world once more, as treacherous as she is. ] Chance is chance because it simply happens... non? Though I'm the type to chase after who and what I like too, monsieur, if I'm honest with you.
[ a higher quirk of his lips, before it smooths out again. ]
I hope you find it though. There is no greater pleasure in life than discovering who and what you're meant to be, where you belong. [ though even now, he can't say if he's content with that last one... ] Well, there are great pleasures, but I find being happy the most important of them, non? From happiness comes a plethora of other good things... ♪ The sun shines brighter, the sky is bluer, desserts are sweeter, people are kinder. Even if these are all mere perceptions, that perception is more than enough.
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the smile, faint, catches his eye the most; the smile returned, born again, tugs him more gently to curiosity. despite his tendency to stay to the side, ah... perhaps it's because this is someone tori idolizes so, has spoken so well of, that he's so curious about him, that he'd like to know him more. it can't only be that they've spoken so easily, after all; certainly it must be some underlying thing caused by hours and days and weeks culminated of tori's boasts and glee.
wataru returns the smile in kind, anyway. ]
Ah, monsieur, you have such a way with words, it makes my heart tremble with jealousy. [ ...mmm. he mulls the words over, wondering if miai could find the same joy and meaning on stage as him— well, it'd be a long time yet, even with practice, before wataru would allow that much, but— it resounds with him, a little, such a quest. he's happy as he is, he'd tell that to anyone! he has jobs he enjoys, he has a hobby he loves, he has tori to keep him company...
but still. to be young and wandering through life, he supposes. to be in university again, trying to find your way through the world once more, as treacherous as she is. ] Chance is chance because it simply happens... non? Though I'm the type to chase after who and what I like too, monsieur, if I'm honest with you.
[ a higher quirk of his lips, before it smooths out again. ]
I hope you find it though. There is no greater pleasure in life than discovering who and what you're meant to be, where you belong. [ though even now, he can't say if he's content with that last one... ] Well, there are great pleasures, but I find being happy the most important of them, non? From happiness comes a plethora of other good things... ♪ The sun shines brighter, the sky is bluer, desserts are sweeter, people are kinder. Even if these are all mere perceptions, that perception is more than enough.