Cringing at his own voice crack and Fuyuko's totally-laughing-at-him giggles, Ji's face continues to be on fire, waiting for her to just finish getting dressed already. This is going to be a horrible couple of days, isn't it? Not because Fuyuko is rude in any way, but because they're both too polite and awkward to do anything but dance around each other infinitely. Ji definitely underestimated his own social skills--because the truth is, he's kind of atrociously bad at communicating with other beings, human or hybrid.
This is fine, Ji thinks, although he doesn't believe a word of it and is just trying to prolong the "pretend you don't care" period. This is fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine--
Aaaaand she slipped. Why is this situation still getting worse. Please somebody kill me now.
"Um, are you okay--" Ears easily picking up every move Fuyuko makes whether he likes it or not, Ji tracks her movement from the bathroom doorway, to the closet, to the bathroom again, where she closes the door firmly behind her. Then he deflates, splaying himself out on the bed again and wishing all of this never happened. Maybe he should just take a cold shower; he needs to cool down big time after... everything...
"I'm done now."
"O-oh!" Ji startles, rolling over to look Fuyuko in the face. Well, at least she's embarrassed too. This night has been a real comedy of errors, hasn't it? Except he can't really see the humor in it yet, not when Fuyuko is hiding behind her guitar like it might shield her from the reality of... this. Seeing this, Ji changes his mind a bit. Instead of bolting to the shower like Fuyuko did, he sits up, dangling his feet over the edge of the bed (Do they touch the floor? No?) with a pensive look on his face. He's thinking of something to say to her; he wants to make a good impression, after all. After a moment, he just decides to introduce himself the old-fashioned way.
"Um... anyway," he starts, clearing his throat beforehand. "I don't think I ever told you my name, or anything about me. And since this snowstorm doesn't show any signs of stopping..." The weather outside is frightening, Ji's mind supplies, but he refuses to accept that song as the template for their stay here. The fire inside is not delightful. "...we should probably get acquainted. I'm Ji Chan. I don't really have one job, I just drift..." Ji trails off, thinking about the places he's visited, the sorts of people he's met, and decides Fuyuko probably wouldn't like any of them. "So. Yeah. That's about it, how about you?"
This is fine, Ji thinks, although he doesn't believe a word of it and is just trying to prolong the "pretend you don't care" period. This is fine. I'm fine. Everything is fine--
Aaaaand she slipped. Why is this situation still getting worse. Please somebody kill me now.
"Um, are you okay--" Ears easily picking up every move Fuyuko makes whether he likes it or not, Ji tracks her movement from the bathroom doorway, to the closet, to the bathroom again, where she closes the door firmly behind her. Then he deflates, splaying himself out on the bed again and wishing all of this never happened. Maybe he should just take a cold shower; he needs to cool down big time after... everything...
"I'm done now."
"O-oh!" Ji startles, rolling over to look Fuyuko in the face. Well, at least she's embarrassed too. This night has been a real comedy of errors, hasn't it? Except he can't really see the humor in it yet, not when Fuyuko is hiding behind her guitar like it might shield her from the reality of... this. Seeing this, Ji changes his mind a bit. Instead of bolting to the shower like Fuyuko did, he sits up, dangling his feet over the edge of the bed (Do they touch the floor? No?) with a pensive look on his face. He's thinking of something to say to her; he wants to make a good impression, after all. After a moment, he just decides to introduce himself the old-fashioned way.
"Um... anyway," he starts, clearing his throat beforehand. "I don't think I ever told you my name, or anything about me. And since this snowstorm doesn't show any signs of stopping..." The weather outside is frightening, Ji's mind supplies, but he refuses to accept that song as the template for their stay here. The fire inside is not delightful. "...we should probably get acquainted. I'm Ji Chan. I don't really have one job, I just drift..." Ji trails off, thinking about the places he's visited, the sorts of people he's met, and decides Fuyuko probably wouldn't like any of them. "So. Yeah. That's about it, how about you?"