This Is Not A Party
01-20-2019, 12:12 PM
Surely she wasn't intentionally following him. That thought fell away as quickly as it had arrived in his mind, replaced by a curiosity that he needed to satiate. He knew better than to interrogate anyone about their whereabouts, but.. especially Velvette. But he was curious and hoped his polite nature could get some information out of her, for Balsam's sake if nothing else. Hopefully his enunciated bow would earn a moment of her time, and he was grateful when he raised his head that she was still standing there. She might've looked a little perturbed to see him, but she was still here and that was enough for him right now.
"I, well..." He started, stammering slightly as she used his full name. His closest friends rarely bothered with verbal formalities like that, even if physical displays of humility were much more important to them, and he tried to remember the last time he'd heard someone call him Desota. Wait, had Velvette even bowed to him? He was all sorts of taken aback (though not necessarily offended) as he tried to collect his thoughts. He was nobody special, he knew that, but the lack of response caught him temporarily off guard. "I didn't realize Ramesh went after Balsam too." He was less familiar with Ramesh than he was even with Velvette, but he certainly knew of the young male. "I went looking for Balsam myself. It seems he has a few... followers," Sota admitted, trying to lighten the tension in the air (or what he perceived as tension) with a soft, barely audible laugh.
The real reason he'd ran off was something Sota knew well, but he wasn't about to admit it to Velvette. Not in a million years. He sighed, shaking his head slightly. "He's a bit..." He struggled to find the word, wanting to explain without making Velvette think less of him. "Eager. And I didn't want him to rush into something without someone ready to help him." Not that he needed Sota's help, but hopefully he could keep his headstrong friend slightly contained in the case of... emergencies? His face contorted slightly, hoping he wasn't making a complete fool out of himself as he stood there swaying on his branch.