[ it takes hiyori's apparent epiphany for raika to reconsider his own words, organise his phrasing into the confines of the context they now both had. oh, he'd been too vague. assumptions had been made.
this guy thought he was the fan who went after the service, and not the other way around. goddamn it.
and now that information had been shared, the recognition on hiyori's face meant that he'd been clocked instead as-- something else. raika wasn't exactly sure what he'd been perceived as, but he had this unfortunate sinking feeling that whatever identity he'd been assigned was somehow completely accurate.
"will you two hurry it up?" one of the portrait's figures huffs. "we need other people to use this elevator, too!" ]
Since we're both familiar, then... [ he glares briefly at the painting out the corner of his eye. ] We can start there.
[ he offers a hand to shake. it's actually far less stiff and formal than expected, paired with a gentle smile. ]
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this guy thought he was the fan who went after the service, and not the other way around. goddamn it.
and now that information had been shared, the recognition on hiyori's face meant that he'd been clocked instead as-- something else. raika wasn't exactly sure what he'd been perceived as, but he had this unfortunate sinking feeling that whatever identity he'd been assigned was somehow completely accurate.
"will you two hurry it up?" one of the portrait's figures huffs. "we need other people to use this elevator, too!" ]
Since we're both familiar, then... [ he glares briefly at the painting out the corner of his eye. ] We can start there.
[ he offers a hand to shake. it's actually far less stiff and formal than expected, paired with a gentle smile. ]