It would stop me from walking in on you when you're otherwise occupied. You'd never even know. I could go gossip with your neighbours while I wait.
[Would he actually go attempt to strike up conversation with the bakeneko? Perhaps if he did actually see that Kazuha was busy and waiting around proved to be boring enough, though he's just as likely to wander in regardless. Comfortable enough around the other Inazuman that Scaramouche doubts it would bother or embarrass him. Nothing he hasn't seen in his life before.
The samurai is dropping more clues yet nothing he says seems to indicate one person or another. If anything it makes it all the more difficult to determine which friend is the one he wishes to court, the immortal not knowing anyone well enough to make use of the hints given. Insecure however seems a rather weak choice in partner, yet is hardly surprising given the nature he's come to know of Kazuha.]
You could write poetry about anything. In fact I'm quite certain you already do, given what I've had to listen to.
[There's no sign of irritation as he says it, more amusement as he returns the smile, soft and small, but there if Kazuha cared to notice it. The immortal leans his shoulder against the samurai's, thinking back on the things he's been forced to listen to as he's come to know the man.]
It wouldn't surprise me to hear you go on about something as simple as what you had for dinner.
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[Would he actually go attempt to strike up conversation with the bakeneko? Perhaps if he did actually see that Kazuha was busy and waiting around proved to be boring enough, though he's just as likely to wander in regardless. Comfortable enough around the other Inazuman that Scaramouche doubts it would bother or embarrass him. Nothing he hasn't seen in his life before.
The samurai is dropping more clues yet nothing he says seems to indicate one person or another. If anything it makes it all the more difficult to determine which friend is the one he wishes to court, the immortal not knowing anyone well enough to make use of the hints given. Insecure however seems a rather weak choice in partner, yet is hardly surprising given the nature he's come to know of Kazuha.]
You could write poetry about anything. In fact I'm quite certain you already do, given what I've had to listen to.
[There's no sign of irritation as he says it, more amusement as he returns the smile, soft and small, but there if Kazuha cared to notice it. The immortal leans his shoulder against the samurai's, thinking back on the things he's been forced to listen to as he's come to know the man.]
It wouldn't surprise me to hear you go on about something as simple as what you had for dinner.