”Ohhhh,” he says, eyes widening as if he’s just had a huge realization— as if he suddenly remembers who the person in front of him is (which he doesn’t, just so you know. He’s never heard of this guy at all, actually, but he’ll play the part).
If he’s supposed to be an idol, then Oikawa supposes that he can humor him. After all, if this person were actually an idol, then he certainly would have heard of him, right? Whoever this “Mukami Kou” is supposed to be is definitely going over his head, but.. well, he doesn’t have to know that.
Smiling, he takes a few steps back from the bench, tilting his head as he observes the other through half-lidded eyes, before his smile suddenly widens into a grin. "Wow! I’d never have known someone like you would show up here, too! I would ask for an autograph, buuuut… we’re going to be stuck here together for a while— or so it seems— so I guess there’d be no real point if I’ll see you every now and then anyway.”
He hopes that doesn’t come off as an insult, but even when pretending, Oikawa can only flatter someone else so much. He has to leave room for himself, naturally— no, just kidding, but still. There’s something about this guy that he doesn’t exactly like, even though he can’t place it yet. Maybe it’s his whole personality.
He decides to ignore the part about women (because, ha, whatever. This isn’t a competition, you know, so he won’t say anything), looking left, right, and then back to Kou. "Do you know anyone else here yet? I figure you’d have made friends by now since you’re an idol and all.. am I right? Well, if so, I’m a bit jealous.. Aside from my ‘partner,’ I guess I haven’t met many other people up to my standards.. You might be an exception, though— but who knows?" Ambiguity is key; people will walk away if you’re boring, after all.
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