[Ouji swallows, trying to minimize the impact of her advice on his facial expression. He looks a little caught off guard, but nothing more, and he’s glad for that, because he felt like the wind had been knocked out of him. He’d spent years practicing how to carefully show his emotions to manage his father’s capriciousness, and he’d spent the past 16 years of his life doing practically nothing but trying to live up to people’s expectations. He didn’t see that stopping anytime soon. Not as a Damashii. It was almost all he knew. So maybe it was fine? He had lots of experience, after all. It was normal for him.
…And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his own things and live for himself! He just. Always had that thought in the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter right now. He couldn’t talk about this sort of thing with a stranger, anyway. So he mulls on it for a bit and offers a tiny, grateful smile back.]
… I’ll try my best to keep that in mind. Thank you, Hoshimi-senpai.
[He answers with a slightly stiff, practiced courtesy. Still, though, Ouji will remember this.]
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…And it wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy his own things and live for himself! He just. Always had that thought in the back of his mind. But it didn’t matter right now. He couldn’t talk about this sort of thing with a stranger, anyway. So he mulls on it for a bit and offers a tiny, grateful smile back.]
… I’ll try my best to keep that in mind. Thank you, Hoshimi-senpai.
[He answers with a slightly stiff, practiced courtesy. Still, though, Ouji will remember this.]