[mitsunari pauses at that smile, at the almost-praise, eyes widening a fraction momentarily. his thoughts rile and settle, and then he's back to his normal state of barely-restrained anger, of tension and distaste for this dinner.
he follows hades, and listens from a distance, and glares at the floor when he hears things that he considers objectionable (almost everything). any meaning in hades' own subtle comments escapes him entirely, though he does listen to them intently.
as the night wears on, people start to leave. he takes to watching them as he listens, counting their number, trying to remember who's who - and who's leaving with who.]
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he follows hades, and listens from a distance, and glares at the floor when he hears things that he considers objectionable (almost everything). any meaning in hades' own subtle comments escapes him entirely, though he does listen to them intently.
as the night wears on, people start to leave. he takes to watching them as he listens, counting their number, trying to remember who's who - and who's leaving with who.]