Kuchiki Tsugiharu wrote:
Tsugiharu feigned shock.
"Doji-san, I am shocked that you would ask me to speak poorly of one of our hosts, nevermind the governor's son himself. Indeed, he made the point of who he was abundantly clear. To relate to you that when surrounded by samurai enjoying themselves, he is wondering if they're having too much fun instead of taking their duties seriously. Or tell you that he wonders why instead of spending time with beautiful Crane woman, why aren't more samurai trying to schedule time to speak with his illustrious father. Or even his query of why do people love Otori so much and not a game about hitting a ball with a bat and going home? Were I to relate all of those issues to you, Doji-sama, it would just be too shocking for words." he related to her in a dramatic whisper, which wouldn't carry very far in the lights and bells of retro night.
Still, there was a line between amusing a Crane and finding oneself fighting a room full of Phoenix, so there was a bit of real caution mixed with the melodrama.
Lowering her gaze a tad, at first, she looked down a bit as he went on a bit. Bringing her hands up in front of her stomach, fiddling with her left index finger. Yet.. when he continued she raised a brow, daring to venture a glance up. By the middle she'd chuckled sheepish and awkward. Letting her hands fall, a little, she stopped fiddling with her finger but still held them there.
Looking to him, with her head turned down slightly the pink-plastic frames held the obscuring visors which looked at Tsugiharu. "O-oh.." she chuckled, yet sheepish and awkward. "L-like a joke," she said, fiddling once more with her finger before dropping her hands to her sides. Trying on a half-awkward laugh.