( well, he hadn't exactly expected to be welcomed with a red carpet, after all. the suspicious way that those eyes narrow in at him fills him with a contrived sense of delight: it's been a long time since he's been able to fight, a long time since he's been able to train, and even though he's clearly not invited closer, he moves in closer anyway. long strides, soft steps, and his hands sling down into his pockets, but he's still grinning: a look that's more menacing up close than from far away.

but it's not quite right, is it? not exactly a cursed spirit. something else. something that he can't quite put his finger on, with his knowledge of what's hidden at the school not yet provided to him at this age. but he leans in closer, bent at the waist so that he can examine that face up close, letting out a soft hum of consideration.

and then he straightens back up again with another smile. )

Oh, so it's that. You know the older me, huh? ( not a concept that he's unfamiliar with, given that nanami is older, here. ) Is that why you don't wanna play? I wanna play, though.

( there's another flick of his gaze down, from behind his sunglasses, to choso's watch. )

Tell me the game. Come on. You'll regret it if you don't.