[ 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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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?*~