[ He'd deliberately chosen a table out of the way and started scrolling through his Watch to avoid drawing any attention, hoping to skate by for a while and get a few minutes of quiet to himself before getting dragged back into this mess of a party, and Fuuta can't help giving an exasperated little huff when someone takes the seat opposite him. Can nobody here read the room? Isn't he radiating blatant enough 'leave me alone' vibes?

At least he refrains from immediately saying anything shitty when he looks up to see who's claimed that seat. -- not a familiar face. But also, more importantly, she, uh, sure is a lot to look at. ]

... sure. [ He'd been quiet for a moment, cautiously looking her over, but Fuuta shifts to sits properly after a moment as he rests his arms on the tabletop and props his chin up on a hand. Is he a little intimidated by her aura? ... yes. But also, there's no way he's going to let that show, and so here Fuuta is, feigning casual to the best of his abilities. ] Guess I might as well, since the staff'll probably come bothering me if they see me sitting by myself too long. Those annoying assholes.

[ Wow, how charming! It's still just as growly and brusque when he adds, ]

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