[ It doesn't take a genius to notice the scattered onlookers' eyes drawing to Re-l whenever she pauses to converse with another guest, turns to accept a drink from one of the waiters milling about. Except that Kotetsu is one of those snatching glances now and then, and with the speed of her turning back towards the centre of the room, he certainly isn't the only one who has to actually remind himself to change drink-holding hands before pretending to check his watch. Another guy's already fallen prey to that trap, he's noticed, leaving the event ashamed and clutching a jacket dripping with champagne-- it's only made him redouble his efforts not to do the same.
Other than exchange the brief conversation with other wandering guests on the choice of music the orchestra's got tonight or when do they think they'll uncover the buffet, he can't think of anything better to do. It feels like he should be on guard duty or have his boss here, or-- something. Anything to alleviate his boredom. Even work or an unexpected mission would spice things up a little. Sliding his phone out his pocket, he takes a sip from his wineglass as he unlocks it- and nearly inhales the drink instead upon Re-l's touch and her voice so near to him, pausing to mentally run through the physical actions involved in safely swallowing liquid without choking all over a well-dressed lady. He turns to face her, immediately putting the phone away again-- she's far more attention-commanding than some imaginary missed calls. ]
No-- yeah, I am! Loving the, uh- [ Giving a vague wave of his free hand towards the orchestra, currently on standby; his point is defeated before he even made it. The defeated slump is more in his tone of voice than his actual posture. ] ...That obvious, huh? Sorry.
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Other than exchange the brief conversation with other wandering guests on the choice of music the orchestra's got tonight or when do they think they'll uncover the buffet, he can't think of anything better to do. It feels like he should be on guard duty or have his boss here, or-- something. Anything to alleviate his boredom. Even work or an unexpected mission would spice things up a little. Sliding his phone out his pocket, he takes a sip from his wineglass as he unlocks it- and nearly inhales the drink instead upon Re-l's touch and her voice so near to him, pausing to mentally run through the physical actions involved in safely swallowing liquid without choking all over a well-dressed lady. He turns to face her, immediately putting the phone away again-- she's far more attention-commanding than some imaginary missed calls. ]
No-- yeah, I am! Loving the, uh- [ Giving a vague wave of his free hand towards the orchestra, currently on standby; his point is defeated before he even made it. The defeated slump is more in his tone of voice than his actual posture. ] ...That obvious, huh? Sorry.