So, either Roomie knew something about Seishirou, or he didn't like the fact that he wasn't the only 'tall, dark and handsome' around. The question was whether Seishirou wanted to know his reasons or not - did it really matter?
The fact that someone out there hated his guts was a bit troublesome, he'd have to be on his toes. But he wouldn't lose his appetite over being hated. However, he'd have to share a room with this man, and if nothing else, Seishirou hated the idea of having his dinner ruined every day by fighting over something he didn't know anything about.
Well, then, he was left with the choice of placating the situation somehow.
"I'm afraid I'm more clueless than you might have hoped for," he started, offering Roomie a warm smile for his efforts. "I'm hopelessly uneducated on both topics. Why are you here, Roomie?" He sounded friendly, if a little amused.
"I think we started off the wrong foot, don't you think? Maybe we can start over again. I'm Sakurazuka Seishirou, nice to meet you."
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The fact that someone out there hated his guts was a bit troublesome, he'd have to be on his toes. But he wouldn't lose his appetite over being hated. However, he'd have to share a room with this man, and if nothing else, Seishirou hated the idea of having his dinner ruined every day by fighting over something he didn't know anything about.
Well, then, he was left with the choice of placating the situation somehow.
"I'm afraid I'm more clueless than you might have hoped for," he started, offering Roomie a warm smile for his efforts. "I'm hopelessly uneducated on both topics. Why are you here, Roomie?" He sounded friendly, if a little amused.
"I think we started off the wrong foot, don't you think? Maybe we can start over again. I'm Sakurazuka Seishirou, nice to meet you."