[Watching emotions play across Scaramouche's face is interesting, but helps Kazuha no more understand what exactly the other is thinking. He thinks he maybe sees relief cross the other's face when his grip loosened. The samurai isn't sure how that makes him feel, drawing in a deeper breath as he focuses on remaining relaxed and pleasant. It's not something he can keep up for long.
It's one thing to know in his heart that he'd been singled out to be avoided, but confirmation is another. Some of his smooth edges crack, the pleasant smile falling away. Kazuha's brows knit in visible hurt, a sharp pain lancing through his chest that seems to travel to his hands.]
Vennessa is... a good friend.
[It's a very aloof response for the samurai, who was doing his best to control his emotions. This was not the time or the place for an outburst— why does he even care at all? He can tell himself it's because he feels he's been made a fool of. Diluc had warned him to stay away, that the Harbingers did not care about him. He knew this.
If Scaramouche wants to avoid him so badly, then he is going to make him endure every excruciating moment. Kazuha never used to be so confrontational— he had his dear, departed friend to thank for that change in him.
The grip he has around the other's hip slides to his back, pulling him closer against him as he drags him along to the song. He wants him uncomfortable, and there's no small part of him that takes pleasure in seeing it on his face.]
No biting insult? A surprise. Though, I don't recall giving you the option about a dance. You were so fit to pretend I'm not here that you've forced my hand.
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It's one thing to know in his heart that he'd been singled out to be avoided, but confirmation is another. Some of his smooth edges crack, the pleasant smile falling away. Kazuha's brows knit in visible hurt, a sharp pain lancing through his chest that seems to travel to his hands.]
Vennessa is... a good friend.
[It's a very aloof response for the samurai, who was doing his best to control his emotions. This was not the time or the place for an outburst— why does he even care at all? He can tell himself it's because he feels he's been made a fool of. Diluc had warned him to stay away, that the Harbingers did not care about him. He knew this.
If Scaramouche wants to avoid him so badly, then he is going to make him endure every excruciating moment. Kazuha never used to be so confrontational— he had his dear, departed friend to thank for that change in him.
The grip he has around the other's hip slides to his back, pulling him closer against him as he drags him along to the song. He wants him uncomfortable, and there's no small part of him that takes pleasure in seeing it on his face.]
No biting insult? A surprise. Though, I don't recall giving you the option about a dance. You were so fit to pretend I'm not here that you've forced my hand.