There are some people who are so chock-full of cute that they could get by with no personality at all. Otogi's always sort of thought he was one of them. Which is why he's shocked, perfectly appalled right now, and why he's got to talk to someone. "How could she?" he demands, pacing as if his life depended on it.

"How could she what?" Pegasus isn't really listening, he's half painting, and half thinking how cute Otogi's butt looks when he paces. He's also thinking that really, boys ought to spend more of their teen years pacing. Especially when their older, genius friends are watching.

"Shizuka!" Otogi's still pacing, which means Pegasus still isn't paying attention, but that's all right, because the next thing he says is "and with Honda of all people, Honda!" Which isn't exactly a model of coherence.

"She what?" Pegasus isn't even pretending to paint now, he's just watching Otogi's butt, and he's put the end of a paintbrush in his mouth, sort of absent-mindedly. Unfortunately, it's the paint-end. He withdraws it quickly and tries to pay attention. "Who did what to whom?" he asks, spitting little bits of acrylic as he speaks.

And Otogi spits himself, "Honda!" he says, "he asked Shizuka to the prom! And she accepted!!!" It's times like these that Pegasus wonders if maybe he's too old to keep hitting on 17-year olds.

…Still, it is awfully fun. "I understand completely," he says, just as if he really did, "the injustice. Imagine!" And he moves over to the sofa, and then Otogi sits down next to him, and then he pats him on the shoulder. "How completely wrong of her," he says, and he sounds like he means every word.

Not that Otogi takes much convincing. "That girl has no taste," he mumbles, settling in a little closer to Pegasus. "Honda! Really! Can you imagine kissing someone with that hair?"

Pegasus, who can imagine kissing people with a great many kinds of hair, just pats him some more and murmurs comfortingly.

"She should have known I was going to ask her," Otogi grumbles, and then, struck by a sudden thought, "what if she likes him better than me?"

"How could she?" Pegasus says very stoutly, "the girl's not blind …any more. You're tons better looking."

Otogi, was snuggled in close before, but now he snuggles in closer. "Of course I am," he agrees, and, wrapped in his cloud of agreement, he leans back into Pegasus' waiting arms.