[He is extremely lucky so far that Scaramouche hasn't decided to barge in and catch him doing anything embarrassing yet. Honestly he thought one of the benefits of a residence to live in was that he had more privacy for solo activities. Those near misses were enough to convince him that in his circumstance he might just be cursed.

They were likely going to bicker back and forth about this forever and never make any progress, but Kazuha can't bring himself to mind much.]

You're just impatient. Haven't you ever considered privacy?

[Kazuha loves to hear his laugh. He wishes he could love it more right now, but it does clarify some things to him: the doll noticed little of his flirting. He casts his eyes downward, a mask of a gentle smile on his face. All is not lost— he sees the maples unfurling in his hair, as sign that he isn't all opposed.

That glimmer of hope is enough to make the samurai's stomach do a little flip when the dark haired man swipes his fingers across his lip, his eyes widening before he flushes a little. Those pins are almost drowning in clusters of stars, dotting his pale hair and gathering in groups nearest to the bun.]

I'm not even finished eating yet! You can't tease me for being dirty when I'm eating.