[ Day has a different idea of malignant: desires and obsessions that are inherently harmful or hostile, no matter the intent. Nothing about Ginegr strikes him at that. ]
You'd be surprised. [ That's all he'll say. He just smiles wryly otherwise. Maybe one day Ginger will forget him, even if it's in a distant future, because there's always an ending, but...
...Until then, it's good enough. The reassurance that "Joyous Day" will live on in someone's memory a little longer, if nothing else. He won't hope for anything else yet. A little selfishness could do everyone some good. ]
[ Ginger… doesn’t want to hurt anyone with his feelings. He’d rather be the only one who has to deal with this. Even if he wishes someone could understand his heart.
Even if it’s lonely.
In the moment, he’s not thinking that. He smiles instead at Day; that sounds like a promise. ]
Well, you know what? It’s too late anyway. I’m holding this grudge forever, and I won’t ever forget that.
Some of us seem pretty... [ Pausing to try and think of a good way of phrasing this. ] Slick. Or at least used to this sorta thing. So I think we'll be alright.
[ Or at least he's trying to have faith in everyone here. Please don't prove him wrong (meanwhile, Akira passing out during the ball sure is a thing). ]
Ah, so you're another performer! [ He doesn't actually know what an idol is, but everything else explains it for him. Day perks up immediately. ] Tatara would be happy to know.
[ Somehow, he didn't know this. Somehow, he was under the impression Tatara didn't have this particular interest. Then again, he doesn't know their Sage all that well, so this is absolutely going to be duly noted. ]
Wow, I didn't realize... But I'll have to talk to him about that, then. ... Is this an area of interest for you, too?
He's got a guitar, and he sounded mighty interested in putting on a concert in the manor one day. [ It's going to become everyone else's problem whether they want it or not, so Yamato may as well ask Tatara. ]
I'm in a performance troupe back home. Musician and actor by trade. Guess your room's high up enough that you haven't heard me practisin' in my room.
A concert? Heh, I'm sure he could put something together. We've got another idol here, actually. Leo.
[ And Leo's like, really excited about this kind of thing, so. ]
Ah, that was you? I've heard parts of some sort of musical instrument playing, but I didn't realize that was you. That's cool, though. What were you playing?
Huh. I know Leo likes music [ It's like immediately obvious within 5 minutes of talking to him. ], but not that he's an idol.
It's an erhu. Kinda wish I coulda bring it along here. [ It'd be another fun thing to do at the party besides dancing and navigating the dignitaries. ]
[ Day had said whenever, and yet - maybe coming around this time is too much? Too annoying?
When Ginger knocks on his door, he looks - flushed, hair curling behind his ears a little, sticking to the base of his neck. There’s a new bite on display, clean and recent. But he’s awfully red for someone who just lost some blood. ]
[ After telling Ginger he'd commit to healing him after those feeding sessions, Day's made a point of staying up later than usual since most of this manor seems to be nocturnal, anyway. He can worry about fixing his sleep schedule later.
He opens the door, already half-expecting it'll be Ginger, and...
...Hm. ]
I wouldn't be answerin' if it was a bad time. [ He'll step aside to let Ginger in. ]
[ Day would say that was more Mika's doing than his; the urgency of the situation was impressed on him pretty quickly.
Unlike Ginger's room, Day's is filled with more things: an assortment of potted plants on the shelves along with random knick-knacks, vases on a dresser, a side table and the tea table, each filled with flowers. One vase still has flowers from Ginger, probably. There's a folding screen painted with plum blossoms set up, apparently to separate his bed space from the rest of the room. The decor is...very blue and naturalistic. Wooden furniture in contrast to the porcelain vases. ]
Guess we'll have to make do with chairs. [ He finds himself thinking a bench like the one in Ginger's room would have been a little more convenient for this. He pulls out a couple of chairs from around the tea table, then gestures for Ginger to sit. ]
Yeah, we've never heard of each other's groups before despite coming from the same place, but I'm learning that there're different variations of our home that people are from.
[ There's an apocalyptic Japan, and there's another one with demons, etc. ]
An erhu, though? Mind showing me when we get back to the manor sometime?
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