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Heh. Hah!
_{[ Wrong. Karamatsu shifts in his seat and pulls his guitar forward. With a single strum, he'll sing. Right here. Right now. Right at this table. ]}

Love, is a burning thing--
And it makes a fiery ring--
_{[ AOBA PLEASE STOP HIM BEFORE HE CONTINUES. ]}

[ Aoba stares.

It's not the polite, quiet kind of stare someone does when enjoying a performance.

It's a wide-eyed, slack jawed, vein-popping kind that weakens his limbs, making him drop his headphones a good ten seconds before he just slinks down over the table - face first - in a desperate bid in cooling his hot skin against the cooler fabric of the tablecloth and hide himself from the paralyzed smiles of others around them. ]

Why? Why are you singing...?

_{[ Karamatsu stops for a moment when he hears Aoba speak, smiling brightly the entire time and remaining completely oblivious to their surroundings. It's almost as if he blocked everyone out intentionally (he did.) ]}

I am singing.. for you, my friend! Come now, let me entertain you with my passion and spirit!

[ This is it, this is how he dies. Of embarrassment. He's being crushed by it! He puts his hands over his ears, his exasperated groan muffled against the tablecloth. He can feel the stares of other people all around him, boring into him.

There have been many moments when Aoba has questioned his life choices and he just carefully adds this one to the pile. That said, he lifts up his face a moment later to reach out and place a hand over the strings of his guitar and over Karamatsu's mouth, silencing both abruptly. ]

Don't you think you should wait your turn on the stage?

[ There's even a scandalized looking dude seated on a stool, glaring at them both for interrupting his performance. ]

_{[ Karamatsu knows he's attracting attention-- maybe that is the entire point (it is.) He looks at Aoba, blinking owlishly. If he strums, he know it won't really make sound, so he just lifts that hand to hold Aoba's hand, tugging his hand off of his face lightly. He keeps holding his hand, too.

It's a little gay. ]}

Don't be ashamed to let the world see our friendship, Aoba-kun.
_{[ q u i t. that has nothing to do with anything.. ]}

[ Aoba's frown retreats into something that hovers between awkwardness and surprise for each hand that is taken and then... held? Just... hang on, what is he doing? What is he saying?! This is bizarre! ]

W-what does that have to do with anything?

[ Just what is with this vibe all of the sudden? It's kind of - no, it's too embarrassing to be flirty, but it even has the same effect. Aoba tries to twist a hand free just so he can try to push him back down into his chair by the shoulder. ]

Quit it, you're making a scene...!

_{[ He knows it's exactly making a scene, and that's just fine. Let everyone look at him! He grins, lopsided, at the notion of Aoba pushing on his shoulder and merely brushes his hand off of him, sliding his hip out from behind his side of the table. He looks off to the side, almost trying to show Aoba that he's remorseful for his behavior (he's not.) ]}

Ah.. so I am. Of course, of course, I should save it for the stage, but then--

_{[ He turns to Aoba, sparkling: ]}
~*Won't you join me on stage, then?*~

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