[Midousuji tilts his head, vacant, lightless stare boring down on this mysterious, pink-haired person. his mind turns slow, like lagging, untreated cogs.
animation… if they care about that kind of thing, Midousuji wonders what kind of person this is. seems maybe a bit too stylish and kept to be an otaku, but he supposes there’s all kinds.
he blinks, belatedly turning around on their comment about the music being a hidden gem, and he tilts his head, staring off to nothing in particular as he stretches out his craning neck.]
…Yeah. Or maybe more like an emerging gem… It’s not usually my kind of content, to be honest…
[wow. this feels so weird. a pointless conversation with a random person. this kind of thing tends to feel unnatural even with people he does know. but hey, pushing boundaries, right?
come to think of it, has he ever even spoken to a girl this long before (or, as he’s perceiving as a girl, anyway)? or this much?? it’s not that girls are especially unkind to him (though they are sometimes), but no matter their approach, he usually walks past them without acknowledgment. but he started it, so it’s different.
he tilts his head back down to Mizuki.]
…But some of the lyrical content… It’s unique, and evocative… Sometimes a little weird… and I respect their gimmick; creating, but unseen… It keeps the individuals from becoming the product. But at the same time, because of the gross, nosy nature of humans, the elusiveness breeds mystery and becomes a point of attraction. A fantasy.
People like the idea of one day obtaining access to the inaccessible…
[then, his eyes drop back down to the stack of jeweled cases. which, belatedly, he remembers to extend to them.]
…Even as a fan, though… isn’t it strange to have so many copies of the same album? And they’re signed.
[his gaze is back on Mizuki, unintentionally with a drilling intensity. he’s maybe leaning towards suspecting this person is up to something naughty, but for someone like Midousuji, that’s an alluring point to his curiosity, rather than a repulsive one. or maybe it’s less nefarious, and more pragmatic…]
Could it be this is “stocks,” to you? Stock up big with autographed novelty memorabilia, like something as old school as a CD… Even so, it seems strange that you have signatures from an anonymous group that doesn’t perform live, or seems to intend to.
[wow. has he ever spoken this much to a stranger before? but something’s fishy, so it’s easy to slip into a mode of (gentle) interrogation. his head tilts again, the degree so abrupt and dramatic, it almost seems like his ear could touch his broad, sharp shoulder, which is saying something, considering how long his neck is.]
More so when they haven’t even released signed albums for purchase. [yet, perhaps?? curiouser and curiouser.]
i feel that. never to worry!
[Midousuji tilts his head, vacant, lightless stare boring down on this mysterious, pink-haired person. his mind turns slow, like lagging, untreated cogs.
animation… if they care about that kind of thing, Midousuji wonders what kind of person this is. seems maybe a bit too stylish and kept to be an otaku, but he supposes there’s all kinds.
he blinks, belatedly turning around on their comment about the music being a hidden gem, and he tilts his head, staring off to nothing in particular as he stretches out his craning neck.]
…Yeah. Or maybe more like an emerging gem… It’s not usually my kind of content, to be honest…
[wow. this feels so weird. a pointless conversation with a random person. this kind of thing tends to feel unnatural even with people he does know. but hey, pushing boundaries, right?
come to think of it, has he ever even spoken to a girl this long before (or, as he’s perceiving as a girl, anyway)? or this much?? it’s not that girls are especially unkind to him (though they are sometimes), but no matter their approach, he usually walks past them without acknowledgment. but he started it, so it’s different.
he tilts his head back down to Mizuki.]
…But some of the lyrical content… It’s unique, and evocative… Sometimes a little weird… and I respect their gimmick; creating, but unseen… It keeps the individuals from becoming the product. But at the same time, because of the gross, nosy nature of humans, the elusiveness breeds mystery and becomes a point of attraction. A fantasy.
People like the idea of one day obtaining access to the inaccessible…
[then, his eyes drop back down to the stack of jeweled cases. which, belatedly, he remembers to extend to them.]
…Even as a fan, though… isn’t it strange to have so many copies of the same album? And they’re signed.
[his gaze is back on Mizuki, unintentionally with a drilling intensity. he’s maybe leaning towards suspecting this person is up to something naughty, but for someone like Midousuji, that’s an alluring point to his curiosity, rather than a repulsive one. or maybe it’s less nefarious, and more pragmatic…]
Could it be this is “stocks,” to you? Stock up big with autographed novelty memorabilia, like something as old school as a CD… Even so, it seems strange that you have signatures from an anonymous group that doesn’t perform live, or seems to intend to.
[wow. has he ever spoken this much to a stranger before? but something’s fishy, so it’s easy to slip into a mode of (gentle) interrogation. his head tilts again, the degree so abrupt and dramatic, it almost seems like his ear could touch his broad, sharp shoulder, which is saying something, considering how long his neck is.]
More so when they haven’t even released signed albums for purchase. [yet, perhaps?? curiouser and curiouser.]
Strange.