what he's thinking more of is the mysterious fog that has invaded the city, and even though he himself hasn't experienced anything truly terrifying yet, he's heard some rumours, especially concerning the things that happen after dark. and well, better to be safe than sorry, right?
or maybe he just forgets that you're supposed to hang up after a phone conversation. he's the kind that does something like that (he's only really used a smartphone out of sheer necessity) so when nazuna's voice sounds from the speakers of his phone, even when he's making tea, he startles for a moment, glancing over to where it's still on the countertop, still on speaker, and he sighs. it's a soft sound that has the barest edges of relief in his tone, because from the ambient background noise, shu can guess that nazuna is currently walking over to his place. ]
It's fine, I won't die just because I'm still on the phone. [ dry humour? pretty much. he has way too many minutes that he doesn't know what to do with on his phone plan anyway.
it's followed by a soft snort. truthfully?
shu doesn't remember the specific instance that nazuna is takling about, actually.
he has some kind of vague idea, but since it wasn't his own choreography, and he's created a lot of pieces since first knowing nazuna, it's understandable that something would probably have slipped through the cracks. ]
Somewhat. [ technically true. ] Was it the one with a vague Michael Jackson-esque zombie rip-off? I probably could have done a better job.
[ so much disdain. his salt for subpar choreography is eternal, and that's also technically true. ]
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... Stay safe.
[ he doesn't think to hang up.
what he's thinking more of is the mysterious fog that has invaded the city, and even though he himself hasn't experienced anything truly terrifying yet, he's heard some rumours, especially concerning the things that happen after dark. and well, better to be safe than sorry, right?
or maybe he just forgets that you're supposed to hang up after a phone conversation. he's the kind that does something like that (he's only really used a smartphone out of sheer necessity) so when nazuna's voice sounds from the speakers of his phone, even when he's making tea, he startles for a moment, glancing over to where it's still on the countertop, still on speaker, and he sighs. it's a soft sound that has the barest edges of relief in his tone, because from the ambient background noise, shu can guess that nazuna is currently walking over to his place. ]
It's fine, I won't die just because I'm still on the phone. [ dry humour? pretty much. he has way too many minutes that he doesn't know what to do with on his phone plan anyway.
it's followed by a soft snort. truthfully?
shu doesn't remember the specific instance that nazuna is takling about, actually.
he has some kind of vague idea, but since it wasn't his own choreography, and he's created a lot of pieces since first knowing nazuna, it's understandable that something would probably have slipped through the cracks. ]
Somewhat. [ technically true. ] Was it the one with a vague Michael Jackson-esque zombie rip-off? I probably could have done a better job.
[ so much disdain. his salt for subpar choreography is eternal, and that's also technically true. ]