[Ouji, who’d been walking the halls and checking on the guests and lowkey keeping tabs on his father and making sure he doesn’t drink too much, stops when he overhears the comment. He turns to look at the art, examining it before glancing back at Olruggio.]
Oh? Do you know him?
[He pauses, cheeks turning faint red. What a silly question. Practically everyone knows Takamasa Damashii.]
Art
and lowkey keeping tabs on his father and making sure he doesn’t drink too much, stops when he overhears the comment. He turns to look at the art, examining it before glancing back at Olruggio.]Oh? Do you know him?
[He pauses, cheeks turning faint red. What a silly question. Practically everyone knows Takamasa Damashii.]
I-I mean. Do you know each other?