“Doubtlessly, it should be in your best interest to make a note of this.” Muraku states, a slight admonishing tone towards the other students, “You won’t forget, if so.” Although, considering Arata, who he presumes may be rather forgetful, it may happen again. Ah, oh well. It’s just a tie, a simple piece of clothing, no big deal.
Oh! The unforeseen compliment makes Muraku perk up, giving his attention from the recently fixed tie, to Arata’s face; a bit off guard that the teen that was so unsure about this whole gathering at first would go out of his way to flatter the Rossiun in such a way.
He remains silent for a few moments, pressing his lips together, then relaxing his features he nods, “Thank you very much, Arata… I appreciate the compliment.” He says, almost a bit embarrassed, though he feels bliss knowing that he looks presentable in this outfit, “I can say the same for you.” For once! Especially after seeing him not dressed so properly in the Kamui Daimon uniform… What a pleasant change, hm?
Right, dancing… That’s a thing Muraku made extra sure to prepare for, yet he feels unsure; unprepared, even! He begins to doubt himself just a bit at the thought of dancing around a large group of strangers. Well, as long as he applies everything he learns to the actual situation, it should work according to plan.
The slight uneasiness lifts off his shoulders when Arata turns a one eighty with his decision. To be honest, that suggestion sounded more appropriate right now, so Muraku gives him a nod in agreement, “Let’s go then,” He begins to walk, “I am curious on what they have to serve anyway.”
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