[ 'kids' who have seen greater horrors probably, but still. Nanami finds a more quiet corner, a tray filled half with full, half with empty champagne glasses. ]
Wouldn’t want the kids to see something untoward, now would we?
[ Nanami isn’t hard to find, even amongst all the strange bodies. A blond giant settled in his seat like he was dropped there, wearing the pall of his own company like a cloak. Like a sad solo sawing away on an old viola, how can Bansai not want to knock it all askew?
On approach, he plucks up a full glass from the tray before settling himself with precisely zero shame on Nanami’s knee, side-saddle like he’s going to ask this beardless jolly man for a toy spaceship. ]
At this rate, I daresay you’ll drink that little goddess out of house and home.
[ they're bad enough role models as it is. no need to further push them towards the disappointing realisation that they all have clay feet. he's learned too much about his friends and charges during his time here. things that aren't his to know. it feels obscene.
Bansai's weight pushes Nanami into the seat, turning into the focal point of Nanami's attention. ]
Would you object? If she fell from grace, you might find yourself with a willing idol for your idle hands.
You say that like I haven’t already planned out her schedule.
[ Weird. But what else is he to do in this alien Tokyo? Pretty girls and boys are a dime a dozen around here these days, and at least some of them have voices worth noticing and a presence worth molding into just the right shape. (the goddess could be the best of them, a star to outshine Terakado Tsuu, and that’s a little thought he likes to prod at in the quiet moments between sets.)
What else is there to do? ]
But if she toppled from her pretty high horse, it would leave me less time to take up your time. I’d hate to choose.
[ So he knocks the champagne back, face a perfect mask despite the taste and the fizz trying to wrinkle his nose, and when at last it is done and gone Bansai allows himself to brace his weight against Nanami with a hand sliding over a broad shoulder. ]
[ 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. ]
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Let me and I can show you how much I’m not.
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There are kids around.
[ 'kids' who have seen greater horrors probably, but still. Nanami finds a more quiet corner, a tray filled half with full, half with empty champagne glasses. ]
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[ Nanami isn’t hard to find, even amongst all the strange bodies. A blond giant settled in his seat like he was dropped there, wearing the pall of his own company like a cloak. Like a sad solo sawing away on an old viola, how can Bansai not want to knock it all askew?
On approach, he plucks up a full glass from the tray before settling himself with precisely zero shame on Nanami’s knee, side-saddle like he’s going to ask this beardless jolly man for a toy spaceship. ]
At this rate, I daresay you’ll drink that little goddess out of house and home.
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Bansai's weight pushes Nanami into the seat, turning into the focal point of Nanami's attention. ]
Would you object? If she fell from grace, you might find yourself with a willing idol for your idle hands.
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[ Weird. But what else is he to do in this alien Tokyo? Pretty girls and boys are a dime a dozen around here these days, and at least some of them have voices worth noticing and a presence worth molding into just the right shape. (the goddess could be the best of them, a star to outshine Terakado Tsuu, and that’s a little thought he likes to prod at in the quiet moments between sets.)
What else is there to do? ]
But if she toppled from her pretty high horse, it would leave me less time to take up your time. I’d hate to choose.
[ So he knocks the champagne back, face a perfect mask despite the taste and the fizz trying to wrinkle his nose, and when at last it is done and gone Bansai allows himself to brace his weight against Nanami with a hand sliding over a broad shoulder. ]
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[ 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?
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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?