[ah, yes. yuri remembers this guy—shuu, that is. which maybe makes it a bit curious that he's the one being approached, of all people. after all, shuu made no secret of disagreeing with yuri's music taste at the ball.
even if shuu was totally the one with no taste, because seriously. that music was bad.]
You sure you want my opinion? Didn't think you'd trust much of what I've got to say. [not that he sounds too fussed about it. really, he doesn't mind at all; it's kind of funny to him, if anything.]
b;
even if shuu was totally the one with no taste, because seriously. that music was bad.]
You sure you want my opinion? Didn't think you'd trust much of what I've got to say. [not that he sounds too fussed about it. really, he doesn't mind at all; it's kind of funny to him, if anything.]