[Ouji had left the table since then, of course (someone has to keep an eye on Takamasa) but he always found himself drifting back when he had a spare moment. He was a lad true to his word.
The anticipation that had tapered off into embarrassment for expecting anything in the first place as the party carried on now springs back to life, and it’d be a lie to say he didn’t look a little excited in spite of his attempts to remain calm and professional.]
Ah. Welcome back. Please, relax. Let me get you a drink.
[He is moving to a sherbet punch bowl (nonalcoholic, natch) before she can object, returning promptly with the small cup full of pastel-colored fizziness.]
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The anticipation that had tapered off into embarrassment for expecting anything in the first place as the party carried on now springs back to life, and it’d be a lie to say he didn’t look a little excited in spite of his attempts to remain calm and professional.]
Ah. Welcome back. Please, relax. Let me get you a drink.
[He is moving to a sherbet punch bowl (nonalcoholic, natch) before she can object, returning promptly with the small cup full of pastel-colored fizziness.]