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“Yaotome?” Mitsuki squints into the crowd, looking wildly around for the director. Surely, he’s tall enough to spot among the crowd, but yet he can’t even find him now! With a groan, he resigns himself into blending in with the crowd, wading through whilst shaking his hips to have some semblance of the party spirit. He’s originally come out to the club, despite it not being his usual place, to force his friend and boss to take a well-deserved break.
Of course, Mitsuki dumbly took him to the club despite only coming here once with friends. Geez, it’s such a mess and Mitsuki would honestly be anywhere else right now, but he can’t be a hypocrite. So the fact that he’s lost Gaku in the maelstrom is pretty concerning, actually, and hopes that he finds his way into something relieving. Mitsuki himself opts to go for the back, in search for something besides the bar-- oh, right, the bathroom. He could go there and hide there unless someone was hooking up in there. And when he finally squeezes through the crowd, he’s met with a somewhat familiar man with glasses. Huh?
“Wait! You’re that guy from FSC, aren’t you? Why are you here?” Mitsuki exclaims, pointing at him accusingly with a scowl. He really didn’t expect FSC to be here, but he supposes that even this guy observing their film making process has needs sometimes. “Utsuki-san, right?”
