[ 'You caught my eye,' the guy says, and Fuuta does stiffen slightly, a touch of heat reaching his cheeks in usual fashion. Though -- whatever flutter of emotion he feels is also edged with a bitter aftertaste.

Fucking figures that he'd catch someone's eye when he's in this state, huh. Of course someone taller, with a better-looking face and a stronger build, would garner this sort of attention. Not that he ever doubted it, but having it proven so blatantly feels pretty shit, as it turns out. (Nothing's been proven???) ]

Hmph. [ Fuuta's expression remains guarded as a result, and he looks the 'stranger' over once more before turning towards the bar. ] Fine. You're not gonna learn anything, but if you're gonna buy me a drink as apology for bothering me, I'll take it.