[The boy's starstruck expression is, indeed, a familiar sight to Hiyori. It's the same face his fangirls wear, the face he's starting to see in the audience at fine's lives. Even before he became an idol, he'd receive that sort of response. He's been dazzling people all his life—or at least his family money has. There's always someone trying to kiss up to him.
But this doesn't seem like an attempt to kiss up. (If it is, it's not a very good one.) The boy goes tongue-tied the moment Hiyori addresses him, staring like a lamb caught in headlights. Hiyori listens while he tries to defend himself, but his story just doesn't add up. He wasn't staring, but he was curious? Doesn't that mean he was staring, then? And then there's the whole matter where the boy followed him from one location to another; surely, he wouldn't do that if he just wanted to walk back to school.
Speaking of which...]
School?
[Hiyori's nose wrinkles at the thought.]
Goodness, no. I don't have any plans to go back there. It's getting late, the weather's nice, and there are all these sales happening—might as well take advantage, right? That's how I see it.
[And God knows most teachers at their rotten school gave up on punishing students for cutting class years ago.
He continues to survey his little date-crasher, those sparkling amethyst eyes holding Aira's timid gaze. This boy looks less like a boy and more like a frightened rabbit—or a shy girl, Hiyori supposes. There have been a couple like that, who preferred to hang back and watch from afar rather than join the entourage. He'll blow them a kiss and give them a wave, but usually nothing beyond that; he doesn't have the time—or the interest, quite frankly—to coax them out of their shells when he has so many other fans lining up to spend time with him.
Still, for this person to follow him, and then ask to walk together after that... perhaps he's bolder than he looks.]
But which part were you curious about? I think what we're doing is pretty straightforward. First we went to that café, now we're out shopping... it's no different from what you were doing, right?
[This is all said with a pleasant smile. Yes, he knows Aira was also at the sweets shop.]
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But this doesn't seem like an attempt to kiss up. (If it is, it's not a very good one.) The boy goes tongue-tied the moment Hiyori addresses him, staring like a lamb caught in headlights. Hiyori listens while he tries to defend himself, but his story just doesn't add up. He wasn't staring, but he was curious? Doesn't that mean he was staring, then? And then there's the whole matter where the boy followed him from one location to another; surely, he wouldn't do that if he just wanted to walk back to school.
Speaking of which...]
School?
[Hiyori's nose wrinkles at the thought.]
Goodness, no. I don't have any plans to go back there. It's getting late, the weather's nice, and there are all these sales happening—might as well take advantage, right? That's how I see it.
[And God knows most teachers at their rotten school gave up on punishing students for cutting class years ago.
He continues to survey his little date-crasher, those sparkling amethyst eyes holding Aira's timid gaze. This boy looks less like a boy and more like a frightened rabbit—or a shy girl, Hiyori supposes. There have been a couple like that, who preferred to hang back and watch from afar rather than join the entourage. He'll blow them a kiss and give them a wave, but usually nothing beyond that; he doesn't have the time—or the interest, quite frankly—to coax them out of their shells when he has so many other fans lining up to spend time with him.
Still, for this person to follow him, and then ask to walk together after that... perhaps he's bolder than he looks.]
But which part were you curious about? I think what we're doing is pretty straightforward. First we went to that café, now we're out shopping... it's no different from what you were doing, right?
[This is all said with a pleasant smile. Yes, he knows Aira was also at the sweets shop.]
Though I suppose there is one difference.