A party...or a battlefield? [Open to two]

Shun laughed shortly to himself, a bit nervously. He would say "I'm not taking this serious", but it'd be a lie and hardly Sharaku wouldn't see through it. Usually, he was good with lying but somehow the "game", or whatever he labeled that awkward interaction with the older man, turned against him and dropped his guard down. In fact, all he could think is that he let the fun of an adult play go over his head and was forcefully confronted with the reality and the idea of still being a child trying to grow up before the time. At least that's how he felt about it all.

— It's not like that, it's just I've been delegated to my family duties and I should do it while I'm still sober, otherwise I'd stay and drink more. — He sighed at some point, referring to his parents in a serious tone. If you're trying to not look like a kid, you won't go around saying your family is an excuse for leaving the scene, otherwise you'd unwillingly confirm the image you weren't trying to cement, isn't that right? However, that's what Shun did. More than that, Sharaku changed from a charming one to a frightening person and after to the same polite and respectful guy from before, leaving the teenager somewhat confused. And relieved, in a sense. Maybe that inexplicable dread was just his imagination or the drinks affecting his rationality? Anyway, he couldn't go back on his word or it'd sound pretty much like an excuse (which it was, indeed): — Nevertheless, it was a pleasure to get to know you. We should meet again in another occasion. — He said, but with sincerity in his words, not just a protocolar response after a meeting. And, this time, without obvious second intentions...at least for now.

He hadn't time to say anything to Sharaku, as the man quickly got in the middle of the crowd. Shun would, then, stay there, following his with the eyes, his tall silhouette soon getting mixed with the other men's, and gradually becoming distant. Still, Shun didn't for a moment think of stop looking at him. As awkward as that conversation could go, he felt some sort of...interest in the older man. What at first it was just a physical interest followed by a malicious desire to entertain himself and have fun at someone else's expense turned into a different kind of interest. The more innocent kind, that makes you want to know someone better. There was a part of his conscience advising him to not keep up with that, considering how Sharaku warned him about the consequences of his reckless behavior, but, well, it's Shun. Conscience was never an issue for him.

When he turned back to the stage, his mother was there, talking to her husband in a corner spot but also starring at her son. Giving him that furious glare that says "Get in here NOW!". That woman would never cease to be guileful. She was observing him all the time. One last look over his shoulders...and Sharaku had already vanished from his sight.

He sighed. Back to the old, tedious night...but there's always next time.