( is he doing this on purpose? he does seem the sort, and he does seem like he is, and in the moment wataru errs a little too close miai seems to stiffen, sort of like he'd been - and been badly playing off - in the brief time they'd been holding hands, and he presses back against his seat.

it's both a regret and a relief when wataru pulls back, as well as a bit of a frustration - for him, of all people, to be so easily influenced; tch. if this wataru had to be reincarnated as such, it'd be nice if he weren't so - so pretty. it's the hair, isn't it? that's certainly there is all to it. he's got to find some way to force him to cut it, at some point, and )

To be turned down for a dance before I've even asked for one . . . That's perhaps a first for me. ( keeping it! casual! as if he hadn't just retreated like an antelope to a lion. how doubly ironic. ) Such a shame, though - perhaps another time?

( letting the question flit through the air playful and definitely ambiguous as he considers what Light Question he may be allowed to offer to wataru. hmmm. )

The yes-no restriction is quite difficult, though . . . I can't even ask what your hobbies are in a general sense? ( he waves a hand. ) Well, I'm supposing the answer to that might be "no."

( he follows wataru's gaze out the window, as if it might offer him inspiration. really - it's beautiful, and he's glad he's came with someone else, even if it's wataru. some sights - some things - just aren't meant to be done alone, he thinks, and his gaze lingers there - then lingers for a moment on wataru's profile as his gaze pulls away. )

Do you have hobbies besides acting, then?