She looked at Furina's flushed face, at how excited she looked—nothing like her usual self—and instinctively felt that something was off.
This was wrong. Very wrong.
"I can introduce you, sure..." Lumine's tone was probing as she carefully tried to pull her hand free, but failed. "But why do you suddenly want to get to know my brother? You weren't like this before. You barely even mentioned him before."
"Ahem."
Furina cleared her throat, let go of Lumine's hand, and smoothed the loose strands of hair by her ear, trying hard to make herself look a little more serious.
"It's nothing, really," she said, her gaze drifting for a moment. "I just feel like... your brother seems very suitable to be the male actor in my next work. Mm, that's it."
She nodded, as if convincing herself. "Yes, the male actor. His image and aura fit the protagonist setting of my next play perfectly—you saw his movements, so agile; his expression, so expressive; when he was holding me just now, that angle, that lighting—he was simply born to be a male lead!"
The more she spoke, the more excited she became, gesturing with both hands. "I already have the picture in my head! He could totally play that kind of—kind of guy who seems roguish on the outside but is actually gentle inside! Or that kind of hero who throws himself into danger to protect someone important! Or that kind of—that kind of—"
Lumine stared at her, her gaze gradually turning subtle.
Male actor?
Are you sure you're talking about her brother?
And why is your face so red? Why do your eyes keep dodging around? Why are you stammering?
More importantly—
Since when did you care this much about theatrical actors? Back in Fontaine, so many actors couldn't even