He had wanted to avoid the entertainment rooms. He really had. But eventually, he knows he needs a distraction to pull himself out of this funk he’s found himself settled into. And perhaps the easiest way to do so is to indulge in a good film or two, like he would have were he in the safety of his own home. Maybe it would have been better to simply pick some out and head back to his room, but now that he was here, he might as well stay.
Wataru perches upon a couch, sitting quietly focused on the screen as his choice of movie progresses. Animated films with boisterous songs were a good choice for a mood lift, weren’t they?
‘...never had a friend like me,’ they sing, and he can’t help but sigh to himself. Wasn’t he trying to distract himself here, yet he was getting wound up in his thoughts all over again?
“But they didn’t,” he mutters to himself, leaning back fully on the chair, taking mind to not fall on the one sitting next to him, trying o focus again, and--wait. Wait.
Looking off to his side, sure enough, there’s one inky demon perched next to him. Casually, like he’d been there the whole time, but to think that Wataru somehow had been so lost he hadn’t even noticed him entering--?! He’s really out of touch right now.
“...Since when have you been sitting there? You’ve certainly manged to surprise me quite a bit, Bendy! How impressive... ☆” He’ll pretend he wasn’t just startled instead opting for the faux air of normalcy he’d been trying to project elsewhere.
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