[What really pisses him off, Natori decides as he's left smolderingly, self-loathingly mad, is that for all Matoba complains nonstop about Natori's acting work, he's the one who's been sleeping with ayakashi for a year and a half. Surely that's more intimate than Natori's on-screen romances with beautiful human women, and yet Matoba takes every possible chance he gets to needle at Natori for them, even when he's apparently been doing... whatever.
But then again, Natori doesn't know why he expected any differently.
He tilts his head back towards the poor director, knowing that his smile isn't right and not being able to do anything about it, per usual.] I'll be getting back to it, then.
[he says, immediately lying. because once Matoba walks himself out of the set, Natori runs a hand through his hair and then declares]
no subject
But then again, Natori doesn't know why he expected any differently.
He tilts his head back towards the poor director, knowing that his smile isn't right and not being able to do anything about it, per usual.] I'll be getting back to it, then.
[he says, immediately lying. because once Matoba walks himself out of the set, Natori runs a hand through his hair and then declares]
This isn't working out. Sorry.
[Director-san's dreams, squashed in five words.]