Shaking his head fondly, Mitsuhide looks down at his own fingers as he tries to play. They seem obviously uncertain as they grip the bachi, the signs not only of a novice but of someone without any natural musical talent. There's a reason he is a poet rather than a musician.]
I think you might be the only person who believes that, my friend.
[Motochika is always rather physical with anyone, but today he is being generous with his contact. Probably why Mitsuhide still looks flushed.]
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I think you might be the only person who believes that, my friend.
[Motochika is always rather physical with anyone, but today he is being generous with his contact. Probably why Mitsuhide still looks flushed.]
A perspective unique to you.