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"This is Aoba, leave me a message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can."

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[bottombitch]

[ 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. ]

[glitterpants]

<sub>[ 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. ]</sub>

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

[bottombitch]

[ 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...!

[glitterpants]

_{[ 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?*~