[Ugh, typical dog. Of course he thinks that Matoba is serious, and not just covering his ass by keeping up the lie. Not that he feels that bad about breaking Kirma's heart or anything; just another case of the himbos.]
[Thus, KuroMisa's brow flexes in consternation, a sigh gently fluttering the veil in front of her face.]
That, I can agree on, [She mutters, just slightly under her breath. Turning slightly to glance with her good eye over her shoulder at the expanse of the lounge, she gauges whether the room still has its attention on them; eyes are starting to turn away again. Maybe she can escape with this fool none the wiser, to someplace where they could speak a little more freely.]
[To Kirma's benefit, at least Matoba mentally fills in the rest of his statement as couldn't read the room, rather than the reality. Slipping off of the stool, Misa crooks a teasing finger to invite him to walk with her.]
Let us fix that, then- shall we? And find somewhere a little quieter. [With fewer prying eyes and ears. She casts a glance across the room, to that pink head again.] ...If you are able to.
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[Thus, KuroMisa's brow flexes in consternation, a sigh gently fluttering the veil in front of her face.]
That, I can agree on, [She mutters, just slightly under her breath. Turning slightly to glance with her good eye over her shoulder at the expanse of the lounge, she gauges whether the room still has its attention on them; eyes are starting to turn away again. Maybe she can escape with this fool none the wiser, to someplace where they could speak a little more freely.]
[To Kirma's benefit, at least Matoba mentally fills in the rest of his statement as couldn't read the room, rather than the reality. Slipping off of the stool, Misa crooks a teasing finger to invite him to walk with her.]
Let us fix that, then- shall we? And find somewhere a little quieter. [With fewer prying eyes and ears. She casts a glance across the room, to that pink head again.] ...If you are able to.