shouta doesn’t have any very obvious flaws - he’s both cute and pretty reasonably dressed. it’s just enough that he looks good, but not enough to make him stand out too much. he’s turned the camera away from the other in respect, the lens facing the ground. he pushes up his glasses, head tilting a little. he scratches the back of his head, a shy little laugh escaping him.
“right, right … i hope you’re not hurt or anything.”
he’s dealt with a lot of angry people, most specifically one of his best friends, shin, who’s not angry but … definitely has difficulties expressing himself and speaking, so he’s kind of used to abrasive people. he just wants to be as pleasant as possible, so people don’t think of him in a bad light.
“oh! yes, aha,” he smiles, cheeks a little pink. “it’s for my twitter… i’ve never been here before, so i thought i’d film it…” he has an accent, making it quite obvious that it’s not his first language, but it’s surprising how good he is at the language.
He raised an eyebrow. Based on the person’s accent, he would’ve assumed that he was local, especially since he clearly didn’t look like a tourist. However, as much as his accent had shone, his accuracy with English wasn’t something he expected either.
He mentally sighs at the thought of his angry reaction being uploaded to Twitter. Now that he was older and out and about, he carries his family’s reputation along with him thanks to his name and looks, so he had to keep a decent face up in public and not cause more trouble to his parents than he already has. But because his negativity is now a non-factor, he dialed his mind back a little and focused on the conversation at hand.
“Your first time here?” he asked. “You don’t look like someone that isn’t from around here-- how is it only your first time?”
