[Life is hard when you're Nice and Murasaki, who are both the least romantic shits ever.

But honestly, Murasaki's just going to run a hand through his hair in some exasperation. He doesn't??? know??? He doesn't know what he's doing here, he just knows that leaving it undiscussed to be brushed under a rug feels Wrong to him.]

Come on, Nice. You know it's not like that.

[flirting, that is. Murasaki's never been a particularly impressive flirt. Nor has he ever wanted to be.

And then, more quietly:]

I'm serious. But--if you're not, that's fine too. It's not like I'm going to fuss over that.

[This is awkward enough as it is.]