Cain looks away as Hitomi reads his poem, a bit flustered at just up and showing her his poem, especially since it’s not something he’s terribly pleased with. His fret doesn’t show in any other way than avoiding eye contact, though.
He’s glad to hear that she likes it, though! Again, it doesn’t quite show, but, well, the feeling is there. “..Thank.. you,” he bows. “…I.. suppose I’m… somewhat fond of… the diction, as well…” Cain muses, moving to take his notebook back. He drops it, and just decides to leave it on the floor.
“Ah, the… lowercase.” If Cain was going to be honest with himself, he honestly just didn’t feel like writing in the capitals to make the poem grammatically coherent, but… He can come up with something on the spot. Sure. Yeah.
“..It… represents softness… gentleness…” A pause. “Melancholy.” Another pause. “…But… art… relies not only… on intent, but… audience interpretation… as well.” Cain glances over at Hitomi, finally finding willingness to go for eye contact again. “…Do… you have… any… thoughts?”
... She still doesn’t entirely understand! That must be what makes it good!
I see! S-So, that means you’re a kind person, too, huh? Ah, I-I um, knew that, though, ehe...
Um, my thoughts... promise not to laugh?
Does Cain seriously look like the type of person to ever laugh out loud? Hitomi realizes that immediately after asking, and feels ridiculous. So, she clears her throat as if that’ll make them forget what she said.
... By “scar the windows of my soul,” i-it um, it makes me think of, like, blinding someone’s eyes... And, the next lines, “winter” and “cold,” i-it’s like... After that, it’s “heart?” It’s a letter off from “heat,” and that’s like... It... makes me think... it um, I imagine a selfish person, diving into somebody’s um, t-taking advantage of someone’s kindness, to warm themselves... An unhating, but unfair kinda song...
POEM. I mean poem I I’m so sorry--
