The only reason he’s come to this bonfire is because Amami texted him and asked him to -- but of course, it wasn’t as though he was coming just for him. Quite a contradiction, all because the heir refuses to acknowledge his feelings, acknowledge that he might, in fact, be making a friend. An absurd thought, really -- one he still (attempts to) ponder even as the loud folk music shakes him to his very core, vibrations almost rocking his body while bright colors blind his vision, the dancers’ garments flowing to and fro. Really, if it all wasn’t so ungodly loud, then perhaps he’d be enjoying himself a bit more -- after all, music is one of his passions, even if these folk tunes aren’t necessarily the genre he prefers.
Train of thought lost as the music continues, he turns to Amami and waits until there is a lull, blessed silence, however brief it may be. “So, what do you think of all this?”