Osamu wasn’t perturbed by how she just stared him down as he approached, though it did diminish the impact he was going for. He remained unperturbed though, as he figured the worst she’d say is ‘no’ to his offer and attempt at breaking the ice.

It wasn’t.

The young man froze in pure shock as she spoke, proceeding to dismantle his entire approach in seconds. What’s more, he must’ve misheard Seiji when he first introduced himself properly, or something. He couldn’t do much other than stand there, nearly letting the pack fall out of his hand before he was able to gather himself.

“And people call me an asshole. Bet you're real fun at parties.” He muttered, turning away slightly in what was undeniably a huff as he pulled a cigarette out of the pack, putting the pack away and pulling out a plastic lighter. He didn’t even especially want one at the moment, but he felt he needed to or else he’d manage to make himself look even more like an idiot. A part of him was sorely tempted towards violence, but he abstained for two reasons. The first being that Seiji probably wouldn’t appreciate him getting into it with someone else he’d recruited in under five minutes.

The other reason being that he’d be proving her right.

So, he distracted himself by attempting to casually go into his contacts, confirm that yes, he was wrong, and corrected how he'd spelled Seiji's name in his phone.
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