[ 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. ]
[ 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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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...!
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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?*~