oya ?
“Knock knock, is anyone there~?”
The door to the changing room within the theater club was locked, which was never a surprise, but Wataru loved to spook whoever it was that was inside at the time. He put his ear close to the door, lying in wait and trying to pick up even a breath from the person inside. He was the great and wonderful Wataru Hibiki, after all, he could tell from simply the beating of one’s heart…~
well now, this was a surprise. the voice that spreads like the beautiful wings of a bird echos from outside the changing room, causing him to give pause once he was pulling his blazer upon his shoulders. it sounds familiar yet not at all, a strange concoction that makes him more intrigued than anything. oh what, oh what, could this be?
“ oya? ” the corners of his lips quirk up in mirth as he takes steps over the costume that was pooled on the floor, flicking the lock open with a finger before - slaaaam it opens right in the other’s face! “ well, if this isn’t a surprise. ” he places his hand against his mouth in an over-exaggerated gesture of shock, glint in his eyes that hints at everything but. “ my, it’s like looking into a mirror, isn’t it? might the height of amazing have split into two? ”
