(japanese girls gasping) is that hatsune miku?!
Kaworu knows the basics of Lilin culture like the back of his hand. And he knows the back of his hand pretty well, considering how many of them he’s had, so it can be easily assumed that he knows how to play along when he wants to.
"First off, your name?" because, of course he can’t take someone as his date without knowing their name. How would he be able to speak it in a thoughtful tone as they danced or even ponder their private thoughts?
"And the second order of business…"
Smiling, he makes a shallow bow and gestures towards the doors with a sweep of the arm.
"Would you kindly be my date?"
Oh--! Although she didn't know if this guy had actually ever heard of her, Miku was entirely grateful that he hadn't asked for an autograph. That would be a real pain, especially considering that she didn't have a pen on her. This was why she had been very adamant to her manager about installing laser writing vision, but ok. He hadn't agreed.
"Hatsune Miku, but you can skip ahead and just call me Miku if you'd like!" Formalities weren't a big deal to her, especially when most of the world called her by her first name anyway.
So the first question was an easy one and the second one genuinely surprised her. Miku couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a dance with someone... or, well, maybe she hadn't at all. In any case, it would be something crossed off her bucket list now.
"Sure! I'd love to! Say, I forgot-- I have to ask your name too!"
