"Um, I'll actually keep it on," he mumbled in response, shoving his hands further into his pockets.

Yuudai didn't really want to be here - ok a small part of him did, but that didn't make the fact that he was actually here any less stressful - yet Taisei had made an notable effort to personally invite him earlier that morning. For the third time. He even gave Yuudai some change for the fare home, which he absentmindedly fiddled with in his right hand. (He fought back a smile by turning it into a crude pout, something a bit more familiar.)

So he guessed that yeah, ok, since he wasn't really doing anything tonight anyway he might as ... well. At least it was just the group of them, any more people and there might be a problem. He hadn't been to an actual party since, what, that one time in secondary school? He blinked the thought away, not wanting to bring up bad memories so quickly, and shifted in his spot at the doorway.