[ well the very last time he'd seen him he'd been glitching with camouflage, bristling with tension and... frustration, or maybe even as close to fury as he'd ever seen, other than against jenny. but against jenny was one thing, instead those accusations were turned towards venti.

which, probably totally rightfully so. he doesn't actually care that much, rightful or not. he doesn't actually care that much about being yelled at, certainly so many bartenders and tavern-owners and whoever else have done so but...

maybe he does care and he doesn't want to think about it. for now he simply stares at the light smile on mizuki's face, then mirrors it with one of his own. ]

Fancy seeing you here~ [ totally. casual. he returns the wave, it's actually so easy to beckon mizuki in an invite. ] Look, I've figured out this machine all by myself! [ be proud of him! he's not old!!... well he is, but still. ] It's probably my favorite I've used here on this ship.

Want to sing with me? [ that hopeful offer, without a single thought. ]