[ Masamune's convinced this is all one wild wet dream, and that might be the one thing enabling him to just sit back and enjoy the party. Because being trapped in a huge steel serpent passing the same scenery over and over when he boarded to try to get someplace he actually knows would be terrifying in real life.
He's settled comfortably in his seat, indulging in a little peek under the frilly, outlandish outfits of the serving staff now and then, when a menu smacks him right in the nose. He scrunches his face up, resembling a displeased cat for a second, and snatches the menu away. ]
Cool it, lady! Yikes. Nobody's going to order if you're that pushy about it.
contractually obligated to party
He's settled comfortably in his seat, indulging in a little peek under the frilly, outlandish outfits of the serving staff now and then, when a menu smacks him right in the nose. He scrunches his face up, resembling a displeased cat for a second, and snatches the menu away. ]
Cool it, lady! Yikes. Nobody's going to order if you're that pushy about it.