[It's still working, if only for Emily's efforts. Kamui has no real skill for acting-- he can blend in silently, he can create a diversion, but he's not quite so good at pretending-- but something about his half-hearted showing beside Emily's performance seems to really sell the story of a pathetic, chronically tardy date.
He chases. Touches her arm, even. The oni are eating it up, still laughing, now ooooh-ing, too: someone's in big trouble, isn't he? Kamui draws closer, murmuring close to Emily's face--] If it'll make it more convincing, you're welcome to slap me.
[He leans back again, and continues at normal volume once more.]
I don't have to go. We can still go out... together. [The oni jeer about sleeping on the couch. They don't seem like they're going to draw either of them back anytime soon, though. Kamui ignores them and continues.] Please? What do you say?
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[It's still working, if only for Emily's efforts. Kamui has no real skill for acting-- he can blend in silently, he can create a diversion, but he's not quite so good at pretending-- but something about his half-hearted showing beside Emily's performance seems to really sell the story of a pathetic, chronically tardy date.
He chases. Touches her arm, even. The oni are eating it up, still laughing, now ooooh-ing, too: someone's in big trouble, isn't he? Kamui draws closer, murmuring close to Emily's face--] If it'll make it more convincing, you're welcome to slap me.
[He leans back again, and continues at normal volume once more.]
I don't have to go. We can still go out... together. [The oni jeer about sleeping on the couch. They don't seem like they're going to draw either of them back anytime soon, though. Kamui ignores them and continues.] Please? What do you say?