[america's definitely loud enough to be heard from where he's sitting—but souji managed to largely tune it out while fiddling with his cerevice. even as he hears the footsteps coming closer, he doesn't seem to be paying much attention.
probably because the cerevice itself is an attention-thief all of it's own. his brows are still knit, and he's taking a large and somewhat annoyed bite from his rice ball as he taps idly at the screen. yeah. this is not working at all as planned. why does these things have to be so complicated? sure, he gets the basic functions fine after all this time, but anything else?
it's a mystery.
so souji isn't looking too amused when america makes his approach and speaks up.]
Do I? [from knit brows to one being quirked, he looks up at america. he's not quite judging, but his gaze is definitely cautious and a bit wary. he doesn't think any harm is meant by it, and he's not making any quick moves to classify anyone as a threat—but he does seem awfully happy while saying that, and not in the "i'm teasing you or making fun of you" sort of way. aka, the way souji usually approaches strangers to make 'casual' conversation.] Hmm.. I guess you could say it's something like that.
[...sort of. it's not like there's any denying that technology is his weak spot. and he probably looks that way too, considering he hasn't given in to the notion of dressing more modern at all. he'll get there eventually, but after having to wear gross, decrepit clothes from the 90s in his haven life, he's glad to wear something that suits him more properly, okay.]
WELCOMES YOU INTO MY ARMS... or inbox whatever
probably because the cerevice itself is an attention-thief all of it's own. his brows are still knit, and he's taking a large and somewhat annoyed bite from his rice ball as he taps idly at the screen. yeah. this is not working at all as planned. why does these things have to be so complicated? sure, he gets the basic functions fine after all this time, but anything else?
it's a mystery.
so souji isn't looking too amused when america makes his approach and speaks up.]
Do I? [from knit brows to one being quirked, he looks up at america. he's not quite judging, but his gaze is definitely cautious and a bit wary. he doesn't think any harm is meant by it, and he's not making any quick moves to classify anyone as a threat—but he does seem awfully happy while saying that, and not in the "i'm teasing you or making fun of you" sort of way. aka, the way souji usually approaches strangers to make 'casual' conversation.] Hmm.. I guess you could say it's something like that.
[...sort of. it's not like there's any denying that technology is his weak spot. and he probably looks that way too, considering he hasn't given in to the notion of dressing more modern at all. he'll get there eventually, but after having to wear gross, decrepit clothes from the 90s in his haven life, he's glad to wear something that suits him more properly, okay.]