( He hasn't worn clothes like this in a very long time and while it had once been burdensome, it's a little exciting to wear it again. It makes him stand out more than he had before and it gives him a nice little thrill to feel everyone watching him. Because he knows when certain eyes look at him, their gaze lingers and he recognizes it as desire. They're envious of his master and if they feel that, then he's already done his job of making Satori look good.
As she adjusts his clothes, he smiles, raising his head up high so he can look his best. It really has taken her a long time to earn his good graces like this and now that she has it, her praise is all that really matters right now. )
Make sure to watch me, aruji. If you don't, I might cry! Hahaha!
( And when it's time for him to go up, he goes proudly. His dance is beautiful. It's the only word to really describe it. It's carefully coordinated but also naturally fluid, each step and every turn flowing into the next effortlessly. He's like wind and water at once. The way his sleeves fly around him, it's clear where he got his name from. Even as the steps become more complicated, he doesn't falter. At the climax, he draws a fan and opens it, revealing the bright, crimson flash of color.
But the entire time, while he faces the officials in the audience, his eyes regularly dart back towards Satori. His attention is really on her, watching her expressions to see if she's pleased. When he's finished, he drops his fan intentionally in front of the seated officials. Like a mic dropping, that's the end and without a second glance, he turns his back and returns right to his master.
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As she adjusts his clothes, he smiles, raising his head up high so he can look his best. It really has taken her a long time to earn his good graces like this and now that she has it, her praise is all that really matters right now. )
Make sure to watch me, aruji. If you don't, I might cry! Hahaha!
( And when it's time for him to go up, he goes proudly. His dance is beautiful. It's the only word to really describe it. It's carefully coordinated but also naturally fluid, each step and every turn flowing into the next effortlessly. He's like wind and water at once. The way his sleeves fly around him, it's clear where he got his name from. Even as the steps
become more complicated, he doesn't falter. At the climax, he draws a fan and opens it, revealing the bright, crimson flash of color.
But the entire time, while he faces the officials in the audience, his eyes regularly dart back towards Satori. His attention is really on her, watching her expressions to see if she's pleased. When he's finished, he drops his fan intentionally in front of the seated officials. Like a mic dropping, that's the end and without a second glance, he turns his back and returns right to his master.
He didn't do this for them. He did it for her. )