[ He'd also grabbed up the first script that was within armsreach, and had taken one glance at the title ("Sexy Squire Services Numerous Knights!") before grimacing severely to himself. So honestly, he's almost grateful for the distraction that is the conversation that Minato is having with the desk lady.
Almost. ]
...
[ No solo gigs, huh. -- embarrassingly, his first thought is that there's nothing here for him, personally. His second thought is that there's probably nothing for Tatsuya here either, then. ... how bad's his debt? Is he about to get in trouble if he doesn't take a job right now? Which still isn't really any of his responsibility, but -- ...
He'd been briefly frozen, clutching that embarrasing script in his hands hard enough to crinkly the paper, and just as it looks like Minato might turn away, he abruptly lurches forward -- bracing his other hand against the tabletop to better get into the attendant's face as he blurts out, ]
-- I can do it. Stuff ... with him, I mean. As a pair. As long as it's nothing too, uh, hardcore. [ A split second's pause before he hastily adds, ] I mean, it’s not that I’m scared! But just, that's probably best for both of us. If it's nothing too ... intense.
[ But what if 'Tatsuya' doesn't want to do one with him? The thought occurs to him a beat late, and Fuuta breaks out into a cold sweat as he averts his gaze nervously. Just in time for the desk lady to give a bright smile and shuffle through her scripts before offering them each a bundle of papers.
'Then how about this? You look exactly like the types the director mentioned he was looking for!' ]
no subject
Almost. ]
...
[ No solo gigs, huh. -- embarrassingly, his first thought is that there's nothing here for him, personally. His second thought is that there's probably nothing for Tatsuya here either, then. ... how bad's his debt? Is he about to get in trouble if he doesn't take a job right now? Which still isn't really any of his responsibility, but -- ...
He'd been briefly frozen, clutching that embarrasing script in his hands hard enough to crinkly the paper, and just as it looks like Minato might turn away, he abruptly lurches forward -- bracing his other hand against the tabletop to better get into the attendant's face as he blurts out, ]
-- I can do it. Stuff ... with him, I mean. As a pair. As long as it's nothing too, uh, hardcore. [ A split second's pause before he hastily adds, ] I mean, it’s not that I’m scared! But just, that's probably best for both of us. If it's nothing too ... intense.
[ But what if 'Tatsuya' doesn't want to do one with him? The thought occurs to him a beat late, and Fuuta breaks out into a cold sweat as he averts his gaze nervously. Just in time for the desk lady to give a bright smile and shuffle through her scripts before offering them each a bundle of papers.
'Then how about this? You look exactly like the types the director mentioned he was looking for!' ]