[ Fuuta just stares flatly at that haughty display at first, brow knit and eyes narrowed in scrutiny. Silent for long enough that maybe Narumi can bank on the hope of 'this guy's probably just really stupid and needs to think real hard to remember my name.' And indeed, after that significant delay, he finally
does
get a reaction!
In the form of Fuuta coughing up a petal, which goes flopping sadly onto the bed. ]
... the hell's wrong with you. [ At least the cough's finally snapped him out of his puzzled reverie, and Fuuta turns his head aside to cough a few more times before looking back to Narumi with eyes narrowed. He still looks and sounds supremely unimpressed. ] Kajiyama Fuuta. We good now? Can we move on?
no subject
does
get a reaction!
In the form of Fuuta coughing up a petal, which goes flopping sadly onto the bed. ]
... the hell's wrong with you. [ At least the cough's finally snapped him out of his puzzled reverie, and Fuuta turns his head aside to cough a few more times before looking back to Narumi with eyes narrowed. He still looks and sounds supremely unimpressed. ] Kajiyama Fuuta. We good now? Can we move on?