( that measuring look she's giving him gets met with the lift of his brows, like he isn't surprised--but the words make him puff out a laugh despite himself, lips curling. )
Oh, I'm a bad influence.
( he repeats it solemnly--a little sarcastically, as though he can't possibly believe it. out of all the things that he's been called, honestly, being labeled a 'bad influence' is paltry at best, almost cute in a way. and maybe it's a little nice, not to be immediately discarded--but he's not going to think on that too hard.
instead, since she seems keen to agree despite his bad behavior, he lets his hands slip down into the pockets of his slacks. )
This way, then. They're gonna have a shitton of rooms back here somewhere.
( though he's leaving her to follow him, as he elbows through the crowds, he does at least spare a few glances behind him--as though to assure that she's still there, that she hasn't been grabbed at by the greedy hands of drunk partygoers; once they've made it through the thick of the party, now on the outskirts, he trains his eyes forward, curving away from one hallway to the next. there's a rowdy, drunk couple that's laughing and bumping their way down along the closed doors, so he hangs back at the hallway intersection there, tilting his head quietly.
a little lift a brow towards mayou, murmuring under his breath. )
You like her dress? ( it's a pretty thing, short and glittery, and maybe it's drawn his attention more than his underwear-clad friend, but that's fine. ) Or should we keep looking?
( plenty of other rooms to explore, it's just that this one's an easy target, given how drunk they are--and the fact that they can see the door they struggle to get open, flinging it wide finally with a bark of laughter before tumbling past the doorway. )
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Oh, I'm a bad influence.
( he repeats it solemnly--a little sarcastically, as though he can't possibly believe it. out of all the things that he's been called, honestly, being labeled a 'bad influence' is paltry at best, almost cute in a way. and maybe it's a little nice, not to be immediately discarded--but he's not going to think on that too hard.
instead, since she seems keen to agree despite his bad behavior, he lets his hands slip down into the pockets of his slacks. )
This way, then. They're gonna have a shitton of rooms back here somewhere.
( though he's leaving her to follow him, as he elbows through the crowds, he does at least spare a few glances behind him--as though to assure that she's still there, that she hasn't been grabbed at by the greedy hands of drunk partygoers; once they've made it through the thick of the party, now on the outskirts, he trains his eyes forward, curving away from one hallway to the next. there's a rowdy, drunk couple that's laughing and bumping their way down along the closed doors, so he hangs back at the hallway intersection there, tilting his head quietly.
a little lift a brow towards mayou, murmuring under his breath. )
You like her dress? ( it's a pretty thing, short and glittery, and maybe it's drawn his attention more than his underwear-clad friend, but that's fine. ) Or should we keep looking?
( plenty of other rooms to explore, it's just that this one's an easy target, given how drunk they are--and the fact that they can see the door they struggle to get open, flinging it wide finally with a bark of laughter before tumbling past the doorway. )