[ said with the confidence of a man who has never considered himself significant or special in any manner. the swordsman's attention, as welcome as it may be, is seen as nothing more but a fleeting fancy, an ephemeral pastime, some kind of throwaway pleasure until he finds a new rising star in whatever shape an form. ]
A man of your many talents should be able to multitask.
[ the hand sliding over his shoulder carries a strangely possessive touch and Nanami finds himself tilting his head, mildly curious about Bansai's motive, as he wraps his arm around the other man's waist. ]
Or would you consider that an insult to your object of interest?
[ Would that it were as simple as that. To drop everything for a new star, to put his all into the raising of a new diva to take center stage… what a pleasure it sounds like, that kind of freedom, what a silly dream. Here in this city beyond death, no one would damn him if he did so, not their allies or LILITH or even Nanami himself. No one would blame him but Bansai himself.
Nanami’s arm around his waist is a warm weight of an anchor. ]
No, I daresay you’re right.
[ With Nanami’s eye like it is, on the proper side, with his low voice and the resonance in his chest that rings with every word, he could almost be- he could almost pass as- he could almost take the place of- ]
I could do that as well as I could you.
[ Blonde hair instead of black, an empty hazel eye instead of beast’s green. It isn’t the same at all, but the thought sits on a backburner while Bansai leans in anyway, hand slipping around Nanami’s shoulder to curl around the nape of his neck.
When next he speaks, he makes sure their lips are only millimeters apart. ]
no subject
[ said with the confidence of a man who has never considered himself significant or special in any manner. the swordsman's attention, as welcome as it may be, is seen as nothing more but a fleeting fancy, an ephemeral pastime, some kind of throwaway pleasure until he finds a new rising star in whatever shape an form. ]
A man of your many talents should be able to multitask.
[ the hand sliding over his shoulder carries a strangely possessive touch and Nanami finds himself tilting his head, mildly curious about Bansai's motive, as he wraps his arm around the other man's waist. ]
Or would you consider that an insult to your object of interest?
no subject
Nanami’s arm around his waist is a warm weight of an anchor. ]
No, I daresay you’re right.
[ With Nanami’s eye like it is, on the proper side, with his low voice and the resonance in his chest that rings with every word, he could almost be- he could almost pass as- he could almost take the place of- ]
I could do that as well as I could you.
[ Blonde hair instead of black, an empty hazel eye instead of beast’s green. It isn’t the same at all, but the thought sits on a backburner while Bansai leans in anyway, hand slipping around Nanami’s shoulder to curl around the nape of his neck.
When next he speaks, he makes sure their lips are only millimeters apart. ]
Why choose when I can have it all?