What am I doing here?
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā The music is loud even after heās left the room, its pounding in his ears and he doesnāt particularly hate it but its not pleasant. Kunimiās hands are busy handling a cup heād be so graciously been given not long after heād step foot into the room and his shoulders are hunched up a little in a half-hearted attempt too shield his ears from the overwhelming noise. Heās not one for parties as they require socialization and thereās just people in this world heād rather never have the displeasure of entertaining with dry conversation theyāll likely not remember in the morning, but he came anyways because his house around this time is no better and is moreĀ āKunimi participateā than heās comfortable with. At least here he can play the role of the wallflower until heās hunted out and dragged back into the fray.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā He returns to the party after turning his nose up at the food because heās not really hungry and stands out of the way looking up from his untouched cup every so often at the other party-goers. He has half a mind to leave early, but he doesnāt budge from his spot and instead focuses on the drink in his cup. When heās aware of someone there with him in his space he grimaces because heās not in the mood to talk so instead he takes a big swig of whateverās in his cup so he doesnāt have to. Only it burns going down and is one of the worst ideas that heās had and now Kunimi is grimacing for a whole other reason. He doesnāt like the burn or the taste of the warm almost foul tasting liquid on his tongue but beyond the grimace he doesnāt voice his displeasure.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Heās not doing that again and the person next to him doesnāt move so he resigns himself to actually say something to them. Kunimi sighs before he states simply,Ā āIts too loud.ā
