[His shoulders seem to relax, visibly, at the sight of the gift being safely tucked away from prying eyes and curious hands, though they hitch again in surprise at Iwai's comment. Clearly he knows what he's doing here, in more ways than one.]
... I'm working on it.
[It's said in an embarrassed mumble, eyes flicking back to the gift one last time, before looking away. Hopefully things go well tonight. He honestly wasn't sure what to expect, given her own admittance that she never thought of anyone that way, but he at least had to get that much out there.
Desperate to change the subject, his eyes travel around the room the older man had taken them to, making note of the various instruments inside, and finally falling upon the keyboard.]
Is Fai really into music? He has an awful lot of stuff in here.
[Because for as much as he knows about Sakura, and all her cute little quirks, he knows very little about the man who adopted her. And maybe it wasn't any of his business, but it did interest him...]
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... I'm working on it.
[It's said in an embarrassed mumble, eyes flicking back to the gift one last time, before looking away. Hopefully things go well tonight. He honestly wasn't sure what to expect, given her own admittance that she never thought of anyone that way, but he at least had to get that much out there.
Desperate to change the subject, his eyes travel around the room the older man had taken them to, making note of the various instruments inside, and finally falling upon the keyboard.]
Is Fai really into music? He has an awful lot of stuff in here.
[Because for as much as he knows about Sakura, and all her cute little quirks, he knows very little about the man who adopted her. And maybe it wasn't any of his business, but it did interest him...]